Mondays have always been just like any other day to me. They all jumble around. They are no different than Sunday or Wednesday or even Thursday.
The main difference is I actually enjoy Mondays. They are my start to the week but not necessarily because I am getting back to the normal grind. If I feel like having a lazy Monday, I do. When people start grumping about the Monday blues, I think, I have never had that problem.
Even when I was working at The Barbershop in Green Bay, Wisconsin, I almost always had Mondays off. So even then, I didn't have to think of it as a torturous way of heading back into the work week.
Staying home with my kids I have been fortunate enough to be able to focus on my writing... whether it is at my blog, on Hubpages or currently my latest insane idea - to complete a novel for NaNoWriMo. What that means is how can I complain about heading back to work if I really never stop working. I am almost always working on writing something, and if I am not writing, I am busy with housewife duties. I have to take care of the kids and throw them a biscuit every once in awhile. I am also in charge of making sure my family isn't running around naked. But I can do that business any day of the week... not just on Mondays.
Then there is today. Today was a little more crazy than normal.
I got up at 5:45 a.m. Now I don't really need to get up that early, but since my husband is going in early for work I figure I might as well get up and get going as well. As an added bonus, that gives me some quiet time to check Facebook and get my writing done.
At 7 a.m. I woke my daughters up and got them ready for school. After making sure they looked human and getting their lunches made, I sat down to do a little more writing. Things have been going smooth, but for some reason today I got stuck. I worked past it, and as of right now, I have just about another 1500 words completed. But I am in the middle of the story. This is the spot were I could lose my audience if I don't keep it interesting. So now I start stressing.
|Here he is being a brave boy. After the shots,|
he told me he didn't want to be
So I get to the doctors office and I wait. Now my son has to use the bathroom. You can not deny a 3 year old the opportunity to use the bathroom. So I took him to the bathroom and he peed on his shirt! Go me! We don't carry a diaper bag around so it isn't like I had a change of clothes!
After I finally get him settled down from getting his shots, my husband wants to meet up for lunch. This means I am driving another 30 minutes in traffic that has got my stress levels going through the roof! I should have asked the doctor for some anxiety medication. Lunch was a good distraction and a break from the busy day, even though my mind was on the laundry I was actually trying to get done.
Once lunch was done I had another 50 minutes left to drive to get back home. The cranky kid finally passed out in the back and he napped until it was time to pick up my other daughter for school. I got some quiet time to do some more writing. But he didn't wake up by the time I had to leave and anyone knows waking up a toddler is usually not a good idea.
So, the afternoon has quickly jumped upon us. I have folded a piece of laundry, I feel like I have been slacking on my writing, and to top it off, I didn't even get my workout in or my shower.
I guess it has been a crazy day around here...
So that is why for Music Monday I decided to go with Maniac Monday. What other song would have really been suited for today!