Mondays make me lose my mind

AT least one day a week I wonder what the heck I'm doing with my life.

At least one of those days, every week, is Monday.

Mondays are crazy.  The entire house is a disaster from the weekend (when we were doing everything BUT cleaning), I have mounds of laundry to do, Will needs to be fed and out the door at 11:45, Lex needs to be fed and in bed by 1:00, Emma needs to be fed and entertained by 2:45.

At 2:45, one of my homeschool groups comes and talks about history (around my newly-cleaned kitchen table) for an hour. I give pop quizzes, print maps, look up Youtube videos to show. We write essays and practice calligraphy and talk about Cyrus the Great or the French Revolution.

After the kids leave, Will gets home, the babysitter comes, and then I teach piano lessons for two hours.  By the time I'm done it's 5:30 and I'm famished, but I still have to make dinner. Slice usually gets home after me - if he gets home at all. Some Mondays he works late, and then he goes straight to his fire meeting. The kids don't even see him on those days.

Occasionally I'm good and do a little FHE lesson, but more often, I'm lying flat on the couch while we watch a show or play together before the (awful routine and) blessed bedtime comes.  My only consolation is that after Monday is over, my week just got easier.

1 comment:

The Farrers said...

Oh my heavens, what I wouldn't give to sit at your kitchen table and discuss history and practice calligraphy with you!!