Mornings are a pain right now. My two-year-old threw himself to the ground at least four times in the course of our visit to the pedi, and cried for five minutes when he had to take off his pants.
If middle of the night was an option, though, I'd choose that. We are fighting an epic battle to keep him in his bed at night and failing miserably.
BOTH. Seriously. I hate the mornings and I hate the nights. I only like my kids for about 10 minutes in the morning when they come cuddle with me, and about 10 minutes at night while I read them a book. Our relationship is solely based on the fun we have during the weekend. Well, and the fact that I gave birth to them and all that.