A Day in the Life....

I thought today was Friday, the day everyone looks forward to, the day the weekend begins.  And yet, the morning here felt exactly like a Monday.  It all started when we couldn't roll out of bed on time.  After the alarm had been snoozed at least twice we finally rolled ourselves off the pillow and started the day.  Squabbles began immediately and Miss E decided she needed to test my patience as her outfit was changed three times.  Mr. J also got in on the act, saying he couldn't find any pants.  A pair of appropriate attire was located for him and we moved past that hurdle.  We struggled through family scriptures and prayers and DH went off to work while Miss E set the table.  We discovered later (after we had already eaten) that she set the table with dishes out of the dishwasher, which had not been run.  And that was just the first hour of the day.  What can you do?