You probably don't have Mondays like this one. Yours probably started out with a nice, slow drizzle of rain that pitter-patted ever so softly against the window, you room dulled grey by the overcast sky. Your kids slept in. And when they did wake up, they left you alone. Wiped themselves. Did the dishes. Ordered your favorite pizza that arrived just as you woke up feeling completely rested. Your trip to Hobby Lobby went swimmingly, with nothing broken by your kids, and your total was WAY under budget. Sonic decided to start Happy Hour early. And the children played quietly and cooperatively while you worked happily on your projects. Oh, and your cell phone had a fully-charged battery ALL DAY.
My Monday hasn't gotten off to quite as good of a start as yours.
Kids were up late, so I was up late. Sciatic nerve kept me up a LOT. Kids woke up early, because it hasn't rained in 20 years and the rooms are all brighter than the actual surface of the sun by 6 am. The little one climbed in the pantry and got into my Bliss white chocolate squares, so he's wired for a month. And I'm out of Bliss white chocolate squares. Big one decided he's a dog, so he's barking. Due to the ridiculously busy summer we've had, we haven't been home a lot, so the groceries have dwindled down to orange juice and uncooked pasta. Darling husband took my car - which has the carseats, thus trapping us. Doctor's office hasn't sent in some VERY important paperwork. Yo Gabba Gabba is on. Laptop has a virus. Kids sense that it's Monday and mutiny begins. People post pictures and descriptions of food on Facebook. The local news shows up at the front door to interview me on camera while I'm wearing pajamas and Phil Spector hair. Okay, that last part didn't happen... yet. But today is one of those perfect storm Mondays where everything is aggravating and you start to wonder how sympathetic you, as a pregnant woman, would appear to a jury...
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