Monday

I think Garfield and I  (as well as most people) share the same feeling about Mondays. We hate Mondays. While I was in school it was always so hard to get out of bed. While I was working nothing seemed to go right on Monday. I don't know if its all in our heads or if there is some strange cosmic power that works against us all on Monday. Even staying at home with my kiddos Monday is hard. Nothing gets done, everyone is grumpy and I can't wait for Tuesday.

I think part of it is trying to get our routine back, which is totally shot by the weekend. Another part of it trying to put the house back together after a weekend with Tim in it. I love my husband...a lot. But when he's home I can tell. Shoes, coats, papers, hiking gear...the list could go on. From the moment he walks in the door on a Friday to the time he walks out on Monday I feel like I follow him around picking up or stepping over or just not getting any of the things I need done. So when he leaves on Monday morning for work I sigh and look at the wake he's left and prepare to spend the week putting it all back together, just in time for Friday again.

Now its not always his fault. Two kids tend to create quite a mess all on their own. The problem is, when Tim is home he doesn't want to clean up, he wants to play and spend time with the family. In fact he's told me when I've asked for help, that he thinks its more important to spend time playing with Travis than cleaning the house. And so I don't push it, I can't stand nagging so I don't do it. Plus we are so blessed to have a daddy who wants to spend time with the family. I would much rather be playing and having fun too. But that usually means we are going places or doing other things around the house so even a little picking up doesn't get done.

So Monday morning rolls around and there is dirty laundry spread from one end of the house to the other, the counter is piled high with dishes, the kitchen floor is muddy from dirty shoes that have been playing outside, there is a pile of hiking stuff by the garage door, all the garbage cans are full, I can't find the floor in the office...I know we all know what it looks like.

So what do I do? I snuggle my kiddos on the couch and watch cartoons. Look at the mess and want to cry. To make this Monday even better Kenzie is sleeping for the first time in 3 days and I am relieved to be able to sit with out a screaming baby in my ear...So with no motivation at all I feel guilty for spending time on the computer and watching TV. I will scramble to get a few things picked up before Tim gets home (he was snowboarding today so there will be more mess) to make it look like I did something today. And I know I will catch up like I usually do. Mondays just suck.

So I hope you're ready for me house, because I'm going to kick your butt...tomorrow.