By the clock

On school mornings I wrest the covers off of my children one at a time. Then I go around and do it again because they all groan and pull them back on. (Except for Kiki. She gets up and gets herself ready.) Eventually I prod them down to breakfast. Then they meander their way toward being ready while I dash around the house shouting things like "Where are your shoes?" "You're going to be late." and "I sent you to get dressed 15 minutes ago, why are you playing with legos while wearing ...