A New Routine

Everything seems to be becoming routine now. The girls get up in the morning, sit lifelessly in front of the TV for a while, at a certain point they realize they are awake and hungry and start complaining that they are "starving to death" waiting for breakfast. After feeding time (sometimes the house feels like a zoo), they are supposed to get dressed. This is usually the time when child #1 starts yelling at me because the outfit she wants to wear "isn't clean", or "doesn't fit", or "can't be found". Somehow all of these things are directly my fault and I am a bad person for there occurrence. Meanwhile, child #2 is laying as a lifeless lump on the floor apparently waiting for her nursemaid to dress her. When it is suggested to her that she really should get dressed she flips her body onto the opposite side it had been on, and continues to play dead. Eventually with much prodding (a cattle brand would come in handy), she goes upstairs to get dressed making sure to groan at each step to make us aware of her discontent with the situation. It is absolutely inevitable that she comes downstairs with an outfit on that is either completely inappropriate for the weather or the days activity. If it is 95 degrees she is sure to come downstairs with a wool sweater and tights (with or without a skirt). If she is supposed to be getting in school clothes she is sure to come down in a Tutu. At this point, parental intervention is necessary, but it isn't pretty. Imagine trying to put a chimpanzee on caffeine into a wet suit and you can get a vague idea of what it is like to try to get Sophie to change her outfit.
I know some of you are thinking ' They should lay the clothes out the night before' or 'They should help Sophie get dressed on the first go around. Well let me just say neither option works. We've tried.

After getting dressed we still have to do hair, pack lunches, and make sure the backpack has all the necessary items for that day. I have other things to do today so I'll spare you the details of these activities. Somehow by 8:40 we manage to get out the front door relatively unscathed. I put them on the bus and go inside to clean up the carnage.
Ahhhhh! Routine!