Monday Mornings

What most Monday afternoons look like on the way home.....

Mondays are the worst day of the week for my house. By Monday morning, T is so off his “schedule” it is ridiculous. And a Monday after a holiday weekend, forget it.

First of all, we are going to be late. No doubt about it. My house just can’t seem to find it’s “get-e-up” on Mondays. I try to let T sleep as late as possible, because he is grump when I wake him up.

 

 

 

 Second, tears will be shed. Mine or his, this will happen.

 

 

 

 Third and most important thing about Mondays, drop-off at “school” is terrible. We usually see tears for the second time in an hour. He doesn’t want to play with his friends, see his teachers or do anything but watch “Dee-dough” (Diego).

 

 

 

 I’ve told T that Mondays will be like this forever. This morning I told him, “Mondays are the equivalent of someone stealing your bubbles.” He stuck out his lip like he got what I was saying.

I'm not trying to be a dream-killer. But let's face facts-- even if you LOVE your job and or life, Mondays are not Fridays.