He's Fired

Yesterday, when the alarm went off, my Darling Husband got up, went down stairs to get the boys up for school, and stayed downstairs with them. Meanwhile I got a leisurily morning - actually getting to take my shower BEFORE I came down. I hear breakfast being eaten and the regular morning chit chat happening as I mosey around upstairs. Every Wednesday the boys go to school 20 minutes later than the rest of the week, so they were in no rush. When I came down, they had about 20 minutes until they needed to be out the door (mind you, they had been up for an hour). DH was watching a movie he had recorded the other night, and Darling Youngest was sitting at the table, in his pajamas, watching the movie too. Where is Darling Oldest? In the bathroom I'm told. "Steven, are you dressed?" "No". UUUHHHH. So much for leisure. I begin the process. Everyone Get Dressed! Then teeth brushed, hair brushed, bags double checked, did anyone make lunches? NO? I'll do that while you get ready. Then turn to DH.....that's why I don't allow anything on the TV while they are getting ready except the news. And you have to stay on them the whole time. You can't be the "get them off in the morning" parent anymore! Wait a minute, I think that was his goal.....did he just win?