AI Art: Morning Chaos In the morning, Gilad, who was sleeping in the other room, woke me up with a call: "Good morning, it’s 6:10 now." I got up feeling completely crushed and started getting the baby ready for daycare. Meanwhile, our daughter Arielle woke up, and I started getting her ready too. I was tidying up the bathroom when Itamar, who was in the living room, started crying because he got hurt. I went to calm him down, and at the same time, Arielle asked me to dress her. The house was a complete mess—clothes everywhere: on the couch, on the table, dishes in the sink, toys scattered around. 2. The Argument Starts I called out to Gilad in the other room and asked if he planned to get up. He replied, "In five more minutes." In those five minutes, I tried to get myself together again. The pressure was building, the clock was ticking, and Arielle asked again: "Mom, can you dress me now? You’re already dressed!" That’s when I shouted: "I’m not dressed! This is my pajamas!" Gilad, still in the other room, called back: "Why are you yelling?!" He started complaining that he couldn’t handle waking up to my yelling anymore. 3. The Electric Shock Threat I went into his room and started telling him I’m yelling because he doesn’t get up and I need help. He said, jokingly (but with a sharp tone): "From now on, I’m going to wake you up every morning with an electric shock so you’ll know how it feels." He said this while still lying in the kids’ room on a single bed, covered with a blanket over his head. 4. The Fight Escalates We started arguing really intensely, and I slammed the door in his face. Later, we both continued getting the kids ready—me angrily packing them into the car, and him putting on his army uniform. When he walked away toward the bus, I shouted after him: "You look terrible!" And he flipped me the middle finger. 5. The Aftermath Later, we talked on the phone for 35 minutes, yelling at each other. He said he just wanted the couch to be clear, and I couldn’t even manage that. (To be fair, it’s not a small ask when we have a small house and no time to tidy up because we’re both working.)

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Morning Chaos In the morning, Gilad, who was sleeping in the other room, woke me up with a call: "Good morning, it’s 6:10 now." I got up feeling completely crushed and started getting the baby ready for daycare. Meanwhile, our daughter Arielle woke up, and I started getting her ready too. I was tidying up the bathroom when Itamar, who was in the living room, started crying because he got hurt. I went to calm him down, and at the same time, Arielle asked me to dress her. The house was a complete mess—clothes everywhere: on the couch, on the table, dishes in the sink, toys scattered around. 2. The Argument Starts I called out to Gilad in the other room and asked if he planned to get up. He replied, "In five more minutes." In those five minutes, I tried to get myself together again. The pressure was building, the clock was ticking, and Arielle asked again: "Mom, can you dress me now? You’re already dressed!" That’s when I shouted: "I’m not dressed! This is my pajamas!" Gilad, still in the other room, called back: "Why are you yelling?!" He started complaining that he couldn’t handle waking up to my yelling anymore. 3. The Electric Shock Threat I went into his room and started telling him I’m yelling because he doesn’t get up and I need help. He said, jokingly (but with a sharp tone): "From now on, I’m going to wake you up every morning with an electric shock so you’ll know how it feels." He said this while still lying in the kids’ room on a single bed, covered with a blanket over his head. 4. The Fight Escalates We started arguing really intensely, and I slammed the door in his face. Later, we both continued getting the kids ready—me angrily packing them into the car, and him putting on his army uniform. When he walked away toward the bus, I shouted after him: "You look terrible!" And he flipped me the middle finger. 5. The Aftermath Later, we talked on the phone for 35 minutes, yelling at each other. He said he just wanted the couch to be clear, and I couldn’t even manage that. (To be fair, it’s not a small ask when we have a small house and no time to tidy up because we’re both working.)
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Morning Chaos In the morning, Gilad, who was sleeping in the other room, woke me up with a call: "Good morning, it’s 6:10 now." I got up feeling completely crushed and started getting the baby ready for daycare. Meanwhile, our daughter Arielle woke up, and I started getting her ready too. I was tidying up the bathroom when Itamar, who was in the living room, started crying because he got hurt. I went to calm him down, and at the same time, Arielle asked me to dress her. The house was a complete mess—clothes everywhere: on the couch, on the table, dishes in the sink, toys scattered around. 2. The Argument Starts I called out to Gilad in the other room and asked if he planned to get up. He replied, "In five more minutes." In those five minutes, I tried to get myself together again. The pressure was building, the clock was ticking, and Arielle asked again: "Mom, can you dress me now? You’re already dressed!" That’s when I shouted: "I’m not dressed! This is my pajamas!" Gilad, still in the other room, called back: "Why are you yelling?!" He started complaining that he couldn’t handle waking up to my yelling anymore. 3. The Electric Shock Threat I went into his room and started telling him I’m yelling because he doesn’t get up and I need help. He said, jokingly (but with a sharp tone): "From now on, I’m going to wake you up every morning with an electric shock so you’ll know how it feels." He said this while still lying in the kids’ room on a single bed, covered with a blanket over his head. 4. The Fight Escalates We started arguing really intensely, and I slammed the door in his face. Later, we both continued getting the kids ready—me angrily packing them into the car, and him putting on his army uniform. When he walked away toward the bus, I shouted after him: "You look terrible!" And he flipped me the middle finger. 5. The Aftermath Later, we talked on the phone for 35 minutes, yelling at each other. He said he just wanted the couch to be clear, and I couldn’t even manage that. (To be fair, it’s not a small ask when we have a small house and no time to tidy up because we’re both working.)

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