The more things change the more they seem the same

Every morning I wake up and it's a fight.   I fight to get the kids out of bed.  I fight to get the kids dressed.  I fight to get them out the door.  I fight to get them out of the car at school.  I fight traffic.  I fight freaky coworker who keeps wanting to turn the office into an ice box.  I fight traffic on the way home.  I fight to get the kids to do their homework.  I fight to get them to eat their dinner.  I fight to get them into bed.   Sometimes I just don't want to fight anymore.