It is 8:30. I am writing this blog post because at 8:25 despite going through his morning motions at the pace of a snail Sam declared he was ready and wanted to go to school early. I told him I hadn't finished eating breakfast. He yelled at me. By 8:27 I had eaten breakfast but I need to make him wait for me for a while longer. I also need to remind myself of lovely things because being yelled at before half past eight just isn't a good way to start a day.
Update- he has just looked at my breakfast bowl, ascertained that I may be taking my time and started weeping quietly. I am immune.
It is 8:40 and I think I have made my point. Time to go....