I can remember a certain Pepe Le Pew cartoon in which Pepe sashayed through the French countryside, singing "Tiptoe Through the Tulips." He greets a bored looking frog, and when the poor frog is stunned by Pepe's scent trail, his eyes bug out, he walks, and then jumps in the air, screaming, "YIIIIIEEEEE!!!"
That pretty much sums up how I felt today.
No matter how much I prepare for Monday, it always seems to get the best of me. Lately, it seems as if at least one, if not all three girls are up for whatever reason in the middle of the night. Jake and I made it through a restful night of sleep for once, but Kelsey managed to wake up bright and early sometime near the 6 o'clock hour this morning. She whined to daddy that she peed her Pull-Up, wanted to watch TV, and/or sleep in our bed. So much for some Wii Fit yoga, I groaned in my head.
As I readied myself, pulling my hair back into a ponytail, the simplest of hairdos for a crazy Monday morning, Averey had awakened. Both Averey and Kelsey have mild colds, so Averey seemed to think she may not be going to school this morning. No fever: school is in session, kid. It wasn't shocking to me that she said her tummy hurt a few times as I told her to get dressed. Brimming with sarcasm (I know, not the most effective teaching tool), I told her she should probably come into the bathroom to throw up.
A few minutes later, she was miraculously cured and ready for Cinnamon Toast Crunch.
Kelsey had decided earlier that she was going to eat breakfast at Grammy's house. I am happy to oblige, and besides, grammy makes pancakes in the morning. But upon seeing Averey eat, she said she wanted breakfast here. Figures. Then both girls wanted toast. Irritated, I told them that the bread is for sandwiches this week, not toast. (I know, I know, I'm starving them.)
While combing Kelsey's wild hair, Averey declares she would like pigtails. Sighing that I don't have time, I realize that's not the answer she wants to hear and tell her to get me two gumbands. I pull her hair up and she's giddy with excitement. (One thing right this morning. Phew.)
Averey successfully gets on the bus and it's time to feed Jacey. She gulps down her breakfast... and then spits it up in my bra and down my pant legs, dousing me with my usual perfume of sour milk.
I manage to make it to work on time even after misjudging the time I had to bring up the girls' laundry from the basement. I walk into the pharmacy and am warned that I probably don't want to be there as there were 99 refills pending, which is about 30-40 more than a usual Monday. Between the phone ringing non-stop and a steady stream of customers, I was more than ready to leave at 6, and counting down to Thursday, my long-awaited day off.
The hardest thing about being a working mom is not necessarily being at work. I know my children are being cared for at school, at my in-laws', or here with the baby-sitter.The toughest part is making sure everybody gets ready in the morning and that I don't lose my patience (or my sanity). I don't think I've been successful yet.
Getting home in the evening is a trial too, because usually Jacey is screaming for me. Tonight was no different. I grabbed her to nurse, Jake gets dinner on the table, and I start to feel peaceful. Then after having a glass of the hubby's homemade wine for dinner, I suddenly didn't care about the hectic day I had, or the fact I detest Mondays... at least until next Monday anyway.
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