Rough day is all relative

I mentioned to a colleague today that I'd had a rough morning. She told me that I couldn't possible know what that is since I don't have kids to get ready in the morning. She told me the story of how her boys (9th grade and 12th grade) spent the morning arguing over a shirt - they both wanted to wear the same one to school. She'd done 10 loads of laundry over the weekend so there were plenty of other options.

I actually behaved and didn't tell her what I thought of HER rough morning, which was basically this: You have two grown-ass kids who can dress themselves and one of them drives the other to the school they both attend while you drive yourself and your daughter to the school at which you teach. Leave the house and let them figure it out. Let 'em go to school naked or be late because of their idiotic behavior AND let them deal with the consequences of their choices. End of your rough morning.

Yeah, it's probably a good thing I don't have kids.