I try to be a positive person. I try to keep my kids happy and upbeat. I try so hard, but sometimes I get tired. REALLY tired. This morning is the perfect example of one of those days when my peppy is falling so very short.
Today is Monday. We all know the general attitude about Mondays. By enlarge, the majority of the population loathes the first day of the work week, and for good reason. Some people, the other few out there, love the chance to start fresh. The beginning of a new week, new opportunities, a new start. I really wish I was one of those rare few.
For me, Mondays are full of challenges. The loose schedule of the weekend creates chaos that shows itself in full first thing on Monday morning. Too much fun, too little sleep. Not enough chores getting accomplished and not enough structure. That's the recipe to begin the week on a very low note.
The house has been lived in fully, but not really cleaned or dare I say even picked up for a couple of days. Weekend priorities are enjoying each other's company and running from ine activity to the next. Church, special events, family dinners.... the list goes on and on. The kids are tired. My husband is tired. I am TIRED. Not an ideal way to start fresh.
I walk downstairs, bleary eyed, with two grumpy kids pulling on my sides, demanding milk, juice, snuggles, and "MOMMYYYY!". I just want a cup of coffee. A simple cup of coffee. The only thing standing in my way is a huge pile of dishes on the counter. I push them out of the way enough free my coffee pot from the back of the counter. I hate dishes. Coffee started, I meet my children's demands and turn on a cartoon (don't judge) to help buy a little time. Cup of coffee finally in hand, I snuggle with my babies on the couch and try to wake up. I try to form a plan to attack the mess that is my house. I need to go to the bank. Sweets has dance class tonight. I have to work. DH has been working late. I need to do some laundry. I need to spend some time with my children. I need to do dishes... lots of dishes. I need, I need, I need....
I finally have enough coffee in my system to begin thinking clearly. What is it that I really need? A maid? Yes, but since that's not an option, what is something feasible that I need? A break? A vacation? A nap???
What I really need is a reality check. What is really important here? I try to keep my priorities in a simple Faith, Family, Friends line. If only everything fit neatly into those categories and ordered themselves from first priority to last. No, that's my job. I need to be more organized. I need to make a conscious effort to do more. To work harder at caring for my home, my family, myself. Easier said than done, I know. That's my goal though. I NEED to do better. I NEED to not walk downstairs to a disaster every Monday morning, wondering if I can't just go back to bed. Maybe the cleaning fairy will come as I sleep? ;)
What are you biggest struggles? Do you struggle with the Mondays like I do???
