What is it about Mondays?
No matter how hard I work over the weekend, there’s always a laundry list of chores waiting for me when I wake up Monday morning.
Today saw me rise with the sun. The Poo had a bad dream - a regular occurrence around here - and wound up in bed with us at 5 a.m.
Sleeping with her is akin to wrestling with a wet eel, so my slumber essentially ended when she closed her eyes next to my pillow.
While my house is clean, it is certainly not tidy. A picnic yesterday laid waste to the kitchen, and before I even had a shower or brushed my teeth, I had to throw on a dress and greet the dude who came to clean my dryer vent at 8:15 a.m.
Ah, the life of the modern housewife.
But all is not lost. The sitter comes at noon and I will scurry off to the coffeehouse for the first time since the thrid week of May to write and watch the summer-session students perfect their facade of ennui. I haven’t turned in a column in weeks, and my typing fingers (not to mention my checking account) are getting twitchy.
Right now I’m watching The Poo put on a show for me, complete with working microphone. She’s singing along to traditional folk music. Every time the chorus comes around, she yells, “Everybody now!” and I have to sing along.
I endured some family drama over the weekend, dealing with issues from my dad’s estate that, frankly, should never have ended up in my lap. Not to mention the incredibly weird conversation I had with my little brother about said issues.
So today I am taking my sister’s advice and putting everything to the side, and I will tend to my laundry list. Mundane though it may be, it is all mine.
That’s something, yes?
June 23rd, 2008 at 10:02 am
We’ve been dealing with kid nightmares too, and my mother bought them “dream catchers”. I was all skeptical, but damned if they haven’t had a single nightmare since we hung ‘em up three weeks ago. OK, now I just jinxed myself.
June 23rd, 2008 at 11:39 am
I am 30 seconds and about 3000 ants away from spending my last 300 bucks to have someone clean my house. And, if you think I’m kidding, I’m not. It will take 300 just to get someone to give me an estimate..who knows if they’ll actually come back. The house, yea it’s bad. We don’t have a little trail of ants in our house…we have a 6 to a row freakin’ marching band that doesn’t even see the toilet, my bed, or the washing machine as off limits. Seriously, we need help. Oh and outdoors……..the cleaning person may require a deposit just in case she gets bit getting inside from her car what with the shoulder high grass…
June 23rd, 2008 at 2:50 pm
Imagine, I am looking forward to the summer holidays because I CAN CLEAN THE HOUSE!! YAY! That is so lame. I hope the family dramas blow over. Sometimes they do.
June 23rd, 2008 at 3:15 pm
When Flynn has a nightmare, I tell her to go shopping at the Good Dream Store. She always chooses a dream filled with puppies and kitties and ponies and princesses. Cheers her right up and sends her off to dream her good dream. Hey, whatever it takes, right?
Sorry you have to still deal with estate issues. Ick. Hope they’re resolved soon.
June 23rd, 2008 at 4:29 pm
I hear ya! Many times Monday feels like a fresh start, but today I felt like I was literally slogging through my own laundry list. Somehow just contemplating it all was too much and none of it got accomplished. Oh well.
Sleeping with my little one is much like that as well, love the wet eel analogy!
June 23rd, 2008 at 6:27 pm
Hope your typing fingers get a good workout today and Monday is a fresh start this week!
June 23rd, 2008 at 7:03 pm
I didn’t have room for our daughter in our bed (especially when I was pregnant) so we made her a bed on the floor for when she had those bad dreams…
at least we had the bed to ourselves.
June 23rd, 2008 at 8:01 pm
yes it certainly is something
June 23rd, 2008 at 9:44 pm
Hope the drama blows over quickly!
June 23rd, 2008 at 10:00 pm
That is something. Just take it day by day.