Forget Fridays--I love Mondays. Weekends are fun, they're busy, they're sometimes even productive, but they are in no way relaxing. This Saturday and Sunday I cooked, cleaned, laundered, and folded. I played Legos and assisted with a first-grade scrapbooking effort. I went to the ice rink (twice), church/Sunday school, the grocery store, and our local, poor man's Target, all with at least one child in tow. (This is what's exhausting about more than one kid, when they outgrow strollers: The shepherding. I say "Stay by me" until I am blue in the face, and yet one is always mysteriously missing.)
But Monday! Ahhh, Monday. On Monday morning everyone leaves. I finally get a little peace and quiet. Of course I have the laundry to finish and dishes to wash and work to do, lots and lots of it; but I can do it without being interrupted hundreds of times in a row. That right there is a luxury, one for which I am grateful every single week.
Edited to add: I am amused to note that Julie from a little pregnant posted similarly (although much more funnily) today.
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I'm in the living room drinking tea ALL BY MYSELF. Dreamy!
Work seems so easy compared to parenting, sometimes, doesn't it?
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Hey. My validation word is "exesses." That's what the universe thinks of moms getting time alone, eh?
I think I posted the antithesis of this today:) But, of course, that might be because no one leaves in my house...
Time to read my blogs without the guilt? Ahhhh, Monday mornings.
Maybe I will have that feeling when all of my children head out to school (now another 5 years away!) but right now I still have little people with me all the time!
Even though I'm still left with someone else in the house on Monday mornings, that person can't walk and can't talk - which are often two major points in his favor.
Even if people at the office behave childishly, I can expect them not to, at least for a few moments. Not the case at home. ;)
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