Morning. Please Shoot Me

So...woke up at six this morning sore and with a headache. I dared to hope the minions would get up for school on their own and give me no problems. I really hate hope sometimes, it's a useless emotion and usually means you will be crapped on that day. Minion number 2 and number 3 got up with no screaming and whining. My heart began to race. This was going to be the day! (hope again. Ugh.) Minion number 1 on the other hand...refused to get up in that petulant way that 12 year olds do. "Ugh. Mom, i'll get up in a second. Gimme FIVE minutes!" Okay, i went off to attend to the lost shoe number 3 was by that time having a melt down about. FIVE MINUTES LATER.....Nope, he was still flaked out and snoring this time. *Shook his shoulder* Nothing. If he wasn't sawing logs so loudly i would have assumed he had died in his sleep. Finally he got up and stumbled/lurched to the bathroom, only to come out in a ripped t-shirt. Do i spend hard earned money on clothing for a reason? Apparently not, as he chooses to dress like a bum. Spun him around and he went off in the general direction of his room in a daze to change. Time was clicking by on the clock...where was he?! My investigation turned up a pair of skinny pre-teen legs sticking out from under his bed. He was under there, in the land of stinky shoes and lost pop tarts ASLEEP! ARGH!!! The bus was trundling up the street (the driver is half blind so we can hear him plowing into things alongside the road almost every day) Shook him again and he came into the living room, where he spied a case for one of his DS games. When he found it empty all hell broke loose. Where was it? Who had dared to touch HIS game?! First he blamed the little one, then in a fit of complete irrationality he decided the dog must have made off with it. After the threat of grounding and a million promises to find his game while he's at school (can't wait!) he got on the bus. I have never breathed a bigger sigh of relief in my life. *SIGH*