Every other Monday of my life brings total chaos and mania. I'm forced to ignore the disheveled remnants of my once cleaned house left behind from the weekend's escapades... (trying with all my might to keep the Sabbath Day holy and refrain from cleaning!)
I shove something, anything into the crock-pot so that we have some type of pitiful dinner to come home to around 9:00pm...
I head to the hospital and rush through the new caseload that piled up over the weekend...
I jet home using the toll road to speed things up a bit...
Relieve one awesome babysitter and thank her for picking up the house and doing the dishes for me.... (what would I do without Layla's Nana and Grammy!)
Prep for Hope Group... the psychoeducational group that I am privileged to teach
Shovel a bazillion toddler products into a diaper bag and trek Layla to her cousin's house to play for a few hours... (thanks to my totally hip SIL- Mrs. Silver)
Ahhh, breath and enjoy Hope Group...
Pick Lady up and swing by The Fix to see daddy...
And finally find a little Zen time on the yoga mat at Infusions...
Then slowly drive home on the back roads as not to rush daddy daughter time...
Give Kday a kiss and put my feet up while sipping my trusty D1iet C0ke....
And decide that dinner isn't worth tasting - a bowl of cereal will suffice...
Ahh... goodbye for two more weeks Manic Monday.
2 comments:
Ah, the joys of motherhood, wifehood, homemaker, professional, chauffeur, athlete, and daughter of God---aint it grand. We could be in Afghanistan wearing a burkha and dogging bombs, only to go home to starving kids--we are TRULY blessed to be able to choose from all our busy activities- Mom
Your Monday sounds similar to mine. Busy, crazy, but love it! Glad I get to spend part of it with you!
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