The kiddo's lucky he made it to school alive. I thought I was going to throttle him. He left his bookbag in DH's car. DH TOLD him to find his bag last night and the kiddo didn't look hard enough/blew him off. So, then we're running around looking for it this morning. Can't find it. I tell him I'm frustrated that he blew his dad off last nigth about finding the bag...He decided that was a good time to talk back to me. I told him that he was probably going to lose a behavior level at school and that's the breaks. Then I asked him to find a jacket. He stands in front of his damn closet (Where there are not one, but TWO jackets hanging up) and tells me he can't find one. And because of all this diddlyfarking around, I was later to work than I wanted to be (I'm still early, but I wanted to be here earlier)ARGH! 8 year old boys! I want some Bailey's in my coffee to take the edge off the morning. How are y'all today?Oh side note, I did see a p/u truck carrying one of those cakes people burst out of a b-day parties. It was amusing to me.