Monday, Monday, Monday. Need I say more?
What if I just ended the post there? That would be great.
But really, it was such a Monday. Mike's dad was here for the weekend it was lovely, too lovely I think. Of course I got approximately zero pictures, but suffice it to say that this morning had no chance to compete with the great times from Friday to Sunday. Even so, it could have at least tried.
The kids all came down with a little plague of a cold this past week and it really wasn't that bad- because it wasn't throw up or any other bodily excrement- however it has taken Lucy down to China Town and has even had the nerve to infect my sweetest of all the sweet babies. Sorry, he's kind of my favorite right now.
Anyways, I woke up overstimulated- I mean really, even the lights got on my nerves from the moment I made an exodus from the soft confines of my precious bedsheets. Lucy and her wretched fever-cold keep on waking me up at ungodly hours and keeping up and even though this morning she went back to sleep, I decided to attempt my one-- count it one-- Lenten resolution to get up a few minutes before the kids and pray. So I did, and I had really high hopes that it would help me to overcome all my other tendencies to scream at anything breathing to leave me alone. It might have helped a little, but mostly I just hid from them.
Bernadette decided that today she would only ask me for things leading with an overly dramatic, semi-whine-yell of "MOM!?!?". All day. Every request.
"Can I have some water"
"WHAT... I mean what, Bernadette?"
"Can I have a piece of cantaloupe?"
"I need to poop"
no one can find me because I am balled up in a corner rocking back and fourth.
Between the incessant screaming of my name, the all out sprints from one end of the house to the other, the 30 minute tantrums on the floor, the snot, the screaming, the fighting, and the fact that every room of the house looked like the aftermath of a hurricane, I was done by 1.
I never really leave the house with all four kids ever anymore, so you know it's a rough day when all five of us are suited up and in the car for a Costco trip just to make sure that mom doesn't lose it entirely. I was also dying to try their churros, which did not deliver like I thought they would, go figure. But it sure did deliver in its promise of being something other than the walls of this house, of which I am starting to memorize every single dust speck, dirt smudge, and food splatter that I pass every day without bothering to remove.
You win, Monday. You always do.