Ugly Morning

Do you ever have those mornings when you get out of bed, come downstairs, and then all hell seems to break loose? Then you find yourself yelling at the kids because you are so groggy you can't figure out what is going on and you need at least three cups of coffee before you are ready to deal with this kind of stuff anyway. My oldest and Caroline got into a huge fight over whose Odwalla was in the fridge. Puh-lease!!!! There was a big C on the top of the bottle, which I had put there because it was Caroline's. Elizabeth's was in there too with her initial on the top but she didn't see it before she left for school. Both were accusing the other of taking their drinks, food, etc. My oldest thinks Caroline eats everything in the house before she gets to partake, which is partly true, so I gave E. her own stash of her favorite foods. Not good enough, I guess. She was incensed over an Odwalla. I hate the way I handled the situation (screaming), and I hate the way they can't ever seem to give each other grace. Ugh! I am sick of the morning school routine with five people in the kitchen all trying to get out the door about the same time. We need two kitchens, or two school start times that are farther apart than half an hour.