One morning, after arriving late to work, I was telling my co-worker about all I had been through since waking up. I can’t remember the specifics of what went on that morning, but I’m pretty certain it contained a refusal to get dressed, a refusal to brush teeth, screaming, crying and a last minute pit stop at the potty.  Some mornings I’m so frazzled that walking through the doors at work is like taking a break.  Work is much less stressful than those bad mornings any day.  So as I was recalling my tribulations to my co-worker, and trying to look on the bright side, I called my misadventures personal…