5 minutes after your husband goes to work your 3 year old asks “Where’s Daddy?”
You’ve called your husband before he can even get to work to ask how to quell a baby’s pain after a severe finger pinching in the cabinet door.
And your husband works 7 minutes from home.
You start laundry at 7:14am.
You loaded a full load of dishes into the dishwasher at bedtime last night.
You unload and then start another whole load of dishes before the coffee can brew this morning.
Just when you pour your hot coffee and get ready to sit down the laundry timer goes off.
You’ve banished the four older children to their rooms and told them not to come out until the rooms are clean.
And it’s not 8:30 yet.
The children tell you they are totally rearranging the bedroom and you couldn’t care less.
You’ve already pulled a bouncy ball, a string, a drum stick, and copious amounts of tiny trash from your baby’s hands.
And it’s only 8:45am.
Baby can’t sleep without a paci. Baby can’t sleep with a paci with a stoppy nose.
You have to suction the baby’s nose and simultaneously reassure all the small overseers that you are in fact NOT hurting the baby.
Again. And it’s not 9:30 yet.
You have a to-do list for “phone calls”, “field trips”, “menu planning & cooking ahead”, “school work”, and “posts” that are as long as the week ahead.
You actually have exuberance as well as weariness for the next 5 days.
Tell me, how do YOU know it’s a Monday?
