On Motherhood: Mornings like this

It's been one of those mornings. The ones where I muster all my strength to stop myself from screaming at my kids. The baby mashes his face against my breast, desperate to nurse, but then won't stay latched for more than 15 seconds. The toddler disagrees loudly with any and every suggestion.  No, not those shoes!  No, not wear this shirt! Evelyn want to brush hair!  No brush hair! It's been one of those mornings.