Monday Rescued

Sometimes a little something tickles your funny bone when you most need it. That happened to me today and I'm glad because it saved my day.

Today is Monday. (It will probably be Tuesday by the time this is actually posted but at the moment it is Monday dammit). If you follow my blog you know just how well Monday and I get along, or DON'T get along. Today started out just like most Mondays. Today was a work Monday so that added to the Mondayness of this particular Monday.

The morning consisted mainly of chaos and miserable people. Miserable people who were probably miserable because it is Monday and Monday gets them too. I managed to make it through without going "caffeinated" on anyone ("going caffeinated" is the Donut Shack equivalent to "going postal" at the post office in case you didn't know).

By early afternoon I was sent to sweep the floors. With my trusty mode of transportation...I mean broom I started out on my task. I was sweeping away in the bathrooms when a man came in. He said to me "Oh, is this a bad time?".
I responded, "ummmm...sir I don't really think there is ever a good time for you to be in the women's washroom"...he was in the wrong bathroom. After a bit of grumbling about there not being a urinal and being embarrassed he headed to his intended destination.

Now, even though he didn't have a clue, this gentlemen saved my day. He unintentionally provided me with some oh so very needed comic relief. Right there in the middle of my less than fantastic day he made me smile (and giggle and maybe even laugh out loud a bit). Thank you for rescuing my Monday sir.

Manic Monday

I hate Mondays. Regardless of whether I have to work or stay home with the kids, I hate Mondays. For some reason this specific day of the week gives me the roughest time. It's not even like Monday signals the start of the week for me. My days just kind of flow with no set work schedule and now no school schedule, Monday don't mean jack.

Apparently Mondays signal something for my kids though. It means that they are to get up earlier, grumpier and poopier than usual. They are then to act like animals that have been caged all week and then released into my kitchen. They run from one end of the house to the other yelling and hollering and acting like psychiatric patients.

I usually have a headache but 10 am on Mondays that doesn't leave until Tuesday. I try to get out of the house every Monday. Mainly so that my house may remain standing and not crumble to the chaos going on inside it. This is fine except that it requires herding the 3 wild animals that have been unleashed into my home. It's hard to dress them when I can't even catch them.

Mondays are the days that it is most likely to find oatmeal on the ceiling fan and toast stuck to the bottom of the table. The day that someone is most likely to remove their own diaper and the toothpaste will "slip" off the toothbrush. Mondays are the day of lost hats and missing shoes. I don't know where they went, perhaps Sunday swallowed them.

Mondays require twice as much preparation than any other day of the week. I know that I will be chasing the boys for twice as long to eat, get dressed, brush their teeth and get ready to go so I therefore plan to get up much earlier. (I say PLAN because sometime the plan is foiled by the snooze button). I set out clothes the night before and try to have bags and backpacks packed ahead of time to cut down on time but we are almost always late anyways.

I hate Mondays and today was no different than the rest. I'm so glad that it will be yesterday in less than a half an hour. Goodbye Monday I'll wrestle with you next week.