It’s Monday. That means it will be my worst day of the week. It never fails. I know most people hate Mondays, but I think Mondays hate me.
On a typical Monday morning, the kids and I all hit snooze multiple times. Any other day of the week at least one of us wakes up on time and gets everyone else up… But not on Monday! So, we all oversleep.
I wake up to my middle daughter telling me she has no clean underwear, my oldest daughter is wearing shorts (in 40 degree weather) and my 2-year-old has to potty RIGHT now! So, I blindly lead my toddler to the bathroom while I wipe away my eye boogies (apparently that is the official term we use in this house for those crusty morning eyes). Then, I search through clean laundry piles to find princess undies and long pants for the older two. There are at least three full baskets of clean laundry that I washed over the weekend, but never got around to putting away. Honestly, I could not care less about this laundry right now simply because it’s Monday and IDGAF.
My kids shove pop tarts in their face while I throw money in their book bags. I just don’t have the time or energy to pack their lunches. Let’s see, book bags are packed, shoes are on, kids are ready to walk out the door and… Oh, there goes the bus. I say something to the tune of, “OK kids, give me a few minutes to throw on a bra and some pants. This way I can take you to school and also look presentable enough to go through the Starbucks drive-thru.” I may not worry about much of anything today, but I still need my coffee.