The beginning of a new week is upon us.
Mondays are wonderful because the munchkins have school, which means I can actually accomplish something.
Mondays are awful because I have to get up. The munchkins have to get up. And we have to function and actually accomplish something.
I never knew I could love accomplishing something and despise accomplishing something simultaneously. But I do because Mondays exist.
My first reaction when I wake up on a Monday is, UGH. I have to get up and accomplish something. What time is it? Need to be making breakfast by 8:10am or we'll miss the bus...
and if we miss the bus I have to dress myself because there is no way on God's green Earth I am driving there lookin' like this....
and if I drive to school I should really just go to the store because I'll already be out...but then I need to shower because I'm a total train wreck and I should have some self respect...
why am I not up yet? And why am I talking about self respect?
But after the Monday bus pulls away (if they all made the bus) Mondays begin to turn around. I have some skip in my step. Some strut in my stride. I get my act together and get Moopa dressed.
On a real good day I'll even give her a hairstyle aside from a barrette.
And then me and the Moops hit the town. Or Target. Or the grocery store.
Or I run about 25 loads of laundry and stack the clothes so high in the baskets I can't lift them. And then I have to leave them for Hubby to bring up two flights of stairs.
I think I do that on purpose.
This Monday is for laundry. And vacuuming. And for accomplishing.
Ack and hurray. Simultaneously.
I wish you a Monday of many accomplishments. Or not. I wish you whatever your preference is.
Mommyhood Footnote: Need a quick Monday "pick me up"? Put on a Power Ranger suit and jump in puddles.
At one point in your life this was fun. Maybe it still is fun. No judgements here.