Yeah, today is school picture day.
And the morning run went a little something like this:
MOM: (at the bottom of the stairs) "Frick! C'mon it's time to go! Get it together and get down here!!!"
FRICK: "Mom!!!! I'm trying to straighten my hair. I'll be there in a second."
Then I tell Frack to step away from the TV and go brush his hair and teeth, and please do NOT get anything on the front of his button down shirt, the one I had to practically arm wrestle him to get him to wear.
FRACK: "WHY do I have to wear a button down mom? Can't I just wear a golf shirt?"
MOM: "No, you can't just wear a golf shirt like you do every day. I'd like you to look somewhat nice for school pictures."
FRACK: (mumbling) "I don't see the point. Why can't I look like I always do?"
Back to the bottom of the stairs:
MOM:"Frick, that's it! It's time to go NOW! Get down here this instant!"
FRICK: "Mom, I'm trying to put together my outfit for pictures. Give me another minute."
MOM: "You had all night last night to put together the 'ultimate' outfit. Time's up. NOW!"
She comes down looking like something out of teen Vogue, and then a fight ensues over the bathroom and who is going to brush their teeth first, or who looked at who strange or some other crap like who was breathing on who.
Great way to start my day.
AND, to top it all off, this whole process cost me $150 bucks for the pictures.
Why did I even get out of bed this morning?