Fall asleep again, this time not long enough to remember a dream before the alarm goes off again! UGH
Small bicker between me and the husband about how he should get out of bed.
And now I'm awake.
Husband hands me the lap top and I check all my blogs and my emails and TRY to stay relaxed. I figure if I ease into the day things will go better. But alas, impossibe!
Shirts are missing, must go for a treasure hunt through the laundry. Kids are up and wanting to eat, but as I enter the kitchen I see that dinner is still on the table! UGH That's what I get for staying upstairs and reading all night directly after dinner. Someone didn't do their chores...
And then it happens. 8:30am. I don't know what it is about this time of the day but it never fails. Every Monday morning at 8:30am they start.
"Give me my car back!"
"Stop touching me!"
"Don't do that, you're going to break it!"
and in perfect three part harmony, "MOM!"
After I hear that three letter word - and the creeping sensation runs through me as though I'd just heard nails scratched against a chalkboard while seeing a nest of spiders sitting on my bed- I KNOW it's Monday!
