Oct 15th, 2007
Who doesn’t hate Mondays?
Mondays are rough…Mondays have the misfortune of landing on a day of the week where schedules have to be resumed, and lives have to be managed. I hate Mondays.
There are two ways to hate a Monday…the “Monday that comes after an amazing weekend, had a wonderful time and don’t want this happy bubble to burst type of loathing” Mondays. Or there is the “had a lonely, unproductive, house is trashed, start the week out with low spirits and tornado aftermath damage control” no good Monday.
If I’m playing Polyanna, as I often attempt to do, then at least I had the former. I had an amazing weekend. The only thing that would make it euphoric is if I had a cleaning team come through and do the dirty work I was to busy funning to do.
My house is trashed because I was having fun. That’s what I’ll tell any visitors or landlord’s that decide to stop by.
Friday Mr.Good decided ( with my help) to take a long overdue day off to make up for all the three day weekends in which he left me home crying. In all seriousness, I know he didn’t want to go to work either, but leave it to me to take it personally. So Friday was his big three day weekend of the year. To celebrate, I left him home alone with the children for most of the day.
Don’t be a hater, I had plans people! Big big plans! I had last minute details to attend to, because that night was the first get together for our little with big potential blog site. Maybe you noticed it, or heard about it around town? I have to say, the women who blog on the site are amazing! Maybe it’s because I had more time to get to know them individually, but I had more fun here than any party BlogHer threw. I wanted to stay all night. I wanted to find some late night greasy diner and take these women with me. I did not want this night to end. I will say that my friend Kathryn cushioned the blow of arriving home by demonstrating her personal interpretation of The Young Ambassador’s. Very entertaining, and I wish you all could see it. Although I arrived home shortly after midnight, I was not able to sleep until 2am. And when I awoke the next morning I had this weird adrenaline buzz that lasted all day which made me say “Housework? What housework?” And forced my family out into the blinding sunlight which we hadn’t seen in weeks. We played all day. Then I went on a date with Mr. Good, Sunshine Girl, and her spouse. Sunday we spent at my parents and ate the three layer birthday cake I bought for myself.
Do you see why today is such a disappointment? The sky’s are now covered with gray again, Mr.Good has gone back to work, the children’s moods mirror mine. We are all grumpy and I’m going through sugar withdrawals since I was practically pumping it intravenously last week. What can I say.
I hate Mondays.
Good Enough
hear! hear! I am SO VERY WITH YOU on hating Mondays AND how fun the party was. Totally better than BlogHer.
Mondays can be uber lame but they can also be times for eating a whole bag of chips and having a vegetable puree party. How is that not a good time?
No f-ing kidding! What a horrible day…I wish I could crawl into a hole and pass out from exhaustion! What a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day!!!
I try not to clean over the weekend. I want to enjoy the kids and hubby while we are all here… but I pay for it dearly come Monday morning. It does sound like the pay off was worth the consequence though… I would do major cleaning for a few days if I had a day to go and play with good friends till late into the night!
Mine went back to work now and I think our messy houses are twins! Can’t we just hire maids? Oh well, the best thing about Mondays are that it’s almost Tuesday!
Had a great time…It was nice meeting you…the only good thing about this monday was everyone went to school and work and I could be alone with my new method cleaning products…..it’s love.
This might make you mad, but I can’t wait to hate Mondays again! Right now I hate every day! I admit I don’t have the responsibility of looking after 3 children, nor do I have a job, but that is the problem! I am a student who has taken on extra courses, crammed all the classes themselves into three days and has to spend at least another three days working on assignments. I only get one day off, Thursday. The thing is, by then end of the day on Thursday I am working on my assignments anyway because I feel so guilty about it. My weekends are the same as week days, boring, never social, and always packed with reading and essay writing. I am glad you had a fun weekend for a change! I can’t wait to get home and dread Mondays along with you!
I LOVE Mondays now that all my kids are in school. They go away, I turn on my music and take care of the tornado that hit over the weekend. Put some dinner in the crock pot. Call a friend and chat while I fold laundry. As long as I don’t have to BE anywhere I love being HOME on Mondays?? Anyone else with me? Am I wierd?
I think it’s just getting the kids OUT the door that has me stumped. It’s just so hard!