A Typical Monday

Does anybody else out there hate Mondays? I look forward to the relaxing nature of Sundays - the day that I feel justified taking some time to kick back. So, when the alarm clock starts screaming at me at 5:40 Monday morning, I want nothing more than to turn it off and go back to sleep - indefinitely. But, alas, there is piano to be practiced and kids to get ready for school - none of which would really materialize if I decided to take the morning off.

Today was no exception. I did, in fact, turn the alarm off and get back into bed for a few minutes, foregoing my time in the shower before the kids woke up. (I worry about showering with a two year old running around unsupervised.) As soon as I dragged myself out of bed, the drama began. Child #1 was upset because she wanted to shower first, but it wasn't her turn. She weaseled her way into the shower anyway, and was not in a better mood when she emerged. In fact, she proceeded to yell and scream because her sister took the last pizza lunchable. This was, in her mind, all my fault because I should have known to buy more. There was NOTHING else in the house to take for lunch (she must have overlooked the full fridge and pantry), so what did I expect her to do? She figured that kicking the pantry door would be a good option. At least it was not a child, and it did escape undamaged. This was, however, not helping my Monday morning morale!!

Meanwhile, child #2 was now throwing a fit because she wanted to take a shower and they were all full. She usually takes one at night, but could not possibly wait that long! I think we need another shower. Would a hose work?

Child #3, who was up at the crack of dawn studying, was now near hysteria because he could not find his notebook in which his homework was housed. This was, of course, due today, and his world was coming to an end in a hurry. After several minutes of frantic searching, coupled with his brother's help, he finally found the homework. Phew!! That was a close one. I was really starting to enjoy the chorus of screaming. Some people think our family is musical. If they only knew what kind of music can be heard most of the time. . .

Luckily, children #'s four and five were in relative good spirits this morning and did not add to the drama. We are all thankful for that! They all finally got out the door to school, and we will hope for the angelic return of four smiling faces, complete with each of them saying "I love you" and "How can I help you?" Then, reality will hit, and I will be happy if they can simply leave the drama at the door. Is that possible?

Lest you think I am complaining, let me just say that my life would surely be boring without a little dose of drama. It keeps me on my toes, and gives me all sorts of opportunities for creative problem solving. And, even with the drama, child #1 cannot leave the house without kissing me three or four times and making sure that I understand that she loves me. So, maybe she really does love me, somewhere deep down inside, even if I fail to buy enough pizza lunchables! I'll take it. I know better than to believe her "I hate you's." She is, after all, a drama queen.

It is all a bit comical when you think about it. I love Mondays! (Maybe if I say it a bunch of times, I will start to believe it.)

I love Monday. . . I love Mondays. . . I love Mondays. . . I love Mondays

Maybe next Monday it will sink in.