Fractious.  Easily angered. Unruly.  This is how our mornings go.  The lovelies become fractious beasts.

It’s nice on days that it’s not my turn to take them off to school because I lay in my cozy warm blanketed bed…and I listen to all the fractious conversations. 

Turn off the tv and get your shoes on.

No, you can’t have cheese puffs for breakfast.

Why did you wait until the last minute to start your homework?

Please stop gnawing on my arm.

Why are you being so fucking fractious right now?


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