Why so much drama in the morning?

This morning started like every other morning, me getting up and grabbing coffee. Then I moved on to wake the 12 year old and get him moving. Unfortunately, his bad attitude from the night before rolled right over to the wee hours of the morning. He is mad because I won't spot him $200 for a pair of Beats headphones. I know what you are thinking....what a horrible mother! Last night I went into uber detail about what $200 buys for this house, the list of things I continuously want and don't get, how much food costs these days and how if he had asked for them for Christmas he probably would have gotten them. I think maybe I had one glass too many of wine last night. Even Jaesen fell asleep during my 35 minute tirade. This resulted in said child pretending he was asleep or didn't know who we were. Fast forward to this morning and attitude central, luckily it was Jaesen who took him to school. At 8:00 I got the other two moving....and for whatever reason the attitude seemed to have permeate the household. Savannah got dressed and came to me with a new pair of earrings to put in her ears. First mistake: I agreed to do this before school. First one came out no problem, second one had blood on both front and back of ear that was dried. It hurt. I know it hurt, I have earrings too and that hurts. But the drama....the child laid her head on her arms on the bathroom counter, screaming and crying, "Why did I get my ears pierced? This was a horrible choice!" At this point I was screaming the same thing in my head while trying to console her and get her to stop screaming in that pitch that makes your skin crawl! So then I see that she has hair caught inside of the earring hole and I tell her I'm going to pull it out. Well that sucked! It came out with a huge blood clot attached to it and immediately started dripping blood. This only elevated the shrieking. At this point it's now 8:20 and Jack comes into the bathroom and wants to know what's with all the yelling. I give Savannah Motrin while explaining to Jack the earring dilemma to which he helpfully says, "Well you shouldn't have gotten your ears pierced!" Thank you Jack for that oh so helpful advice. We now have to leave in 15 minutes and aren't even close to being ready. I tell Savannah we need to get new ones in, clean her ears and put the one in the not ouchy side, no problem there. She wanted to try putting in the ouchy one but couldn't get it so she tells me to put it in slowly. Yeah right, I'm gonna jam it in there quick because it's going to hurt. But of course I'm nodding okay honey I'll go slow. The screaming ramps up again as I force the earring in and snap on the back. After drying those tears I get hair done, teeth brushed and even faces washed but am now ramping up my volume so we are not late for school. Fortunately they eat breakfast there...As we ran out the door to the car all I wanted to do was get into bed with a mimosa, these kind of mornings are few and far between but in hindsight they do make me laugh, which is good because otherwise I would drink at 8:30 in the morning, which so far doctors have not recommended!