'What day is it, Mommy?' he asked. I told him it was Monday, and he would be going to preschool today. He cried. I told him that sometimes mondays are hard, and I wasn't feeling like going to work today, either. By this time Poppy is always up, but today she somehow slept through all of the getting-ready commotion. I had to wake her up, which is one of the worst things to ever do to a sleeping baby. I got both kids dressed as per usual, and brought them downstairs to start breakfast. Tyler soon joined us, and I said my goodbyes and started off to work.
The whole drive there I was grumpy... thinking to myself that I wish I could stay home with the kids... that we just needed one extra day together before starting our week. I was feeling quite sorry for myself. As I walked into my office I remembered that my boss was away all week, and I'd probably have a pretty quiet morning. That sounded great - time to catch up on email and drink another coffee. I had just hung up my coat when a co-worker asked if I was ready. Ready? For what? It was 7:55 on monday morning... what could I be ready for? Ahh right... I needed to attend a management meeting in my boss's absence - and it was 4 1/2 hours long. I was totally flustered as I left my uneaten breakfast on my desk, scrambled to make it to this meeting, and tried to get my head into 'work mode'. The meeting was fine, and luckily snacks were served, but it was still a long morning.
As I drove home at the end of the day I decided to make a nice dinner. Somehow I thought that this would help improve our day. Wrong. I made dinner to two kids crying and screaming, as Tyler tried to keep the peace and I prayed for the water to boil faster. We sat down at the table to both kids in hysterics. No particular reason... Soren of course hated dinner, and hated us, and hates 'ALL PEOPLE'. Poppy was just a snotty nosed mess - crying and smearing spaghetti around her face while demanding more milk. It got louder and louder and Tyler and I just looked at each other like, what are we doing?! What is wrong with these children?!
I don't have the answers, other than the fact that on days like this I am absolutely 100% positive we will not be having any more. I spent an hour cleaning up and making lunches, and then decided to completely ruin any healthy eating choices I've made lately and made a big batch of chocolate chip cookies. The cookies have been the best part of my day, I think. As I write this Poppy has woken up crying twice - and she's barely been in bed for two hours. Today is one of those mondays people write about hating.