Working my LAST nerve…

I should have known I was in for some testing when I got up this morning and my oldest son felt the need to give me feedback on everything I told him. After I inquired if I would have to smack him around for him to get ready for school in a timely manner, my husband told me that I should quiet down because I would wake the other kids. I informed him that they would have to wake up anyway in a tone and with facial expression that said, “want some?” That’s as in, you want to make something of it want some, not R-rated want some. It’s about 3:30 in the afternoon my time now and I’m just chilling because the rest of my day sort of snowballed from there, and I know that EVERYBODY can’t ride on my last nerve because then I’ll have to get violent or do some property damage and what does that help? I mean it makes me feel better, but does little else in the way of being constructive. Tomorrow’s Friday, right? lol. *exhale*