I'm not ready for Monday. Not ready at all. I would love a Monday (this Monday) to sleep in a little (till like...730). We would drop Myles off at school and I would spend the day with Jillian, planning her birthday party. We would greet Myles off the bus as he skips up the driveway, relaying the stories of his day.
No go on those pipe dreams. Instead, I'll be in the office by seven...working.
It seems like my feelings on this whole full-time gig ebb and flow so drastically. Some days, I feel like I could conquer the world. Happy kids, great day at work, dinner ready before Ben gets home...all of it. Then, other days, I feel overwhelmed and left wondering how I am going to get everything done that I need to do in the next 24 hours. Those are the days that Ben can sense the storm brewing and orders a pizza, while I load the kids' plates with fruits and veggies to try and make up for the fact that the pizza is on it's way...rather than dinner in the oven.
Celebrate the wins. Enjoy the moment. Celebrate the wins. Yada. Yada. Yada.
Sunday nights are different now. They have five jam-packed days ahead of them. My weekends have shrunk in the wash - which I now do on the weekends (something I previously had rarely had to "waste" precious weekend time doing).
Tonight this post was intended to be a pep talk (to myself). For whatever reason, I need it tonight. I'm feeling quite lazy and haven't quite gotten around to the pep part of the talk, have I?
I guess I'll settle on watching This is 40 for the second time this weekend. Monday will be here in a few hours, no matter what way I look at it. Might as well roll with it. How's that for a pep talk?!?
Bring it on Monday! I can tackle you.
From a working mom, I know how you feel. I get this feeling a lot on Sundays. And every work day...
ReplyDeleteThough it does ebb and flow there are days when it is great, but then there are others when it is almost painful.
Hang in there!