Today started like any other reflective and agonizing, dark, January, Monday morning.
5:30 a.m. The Husband leaves the bed, you feel the movements, and hear the steps across that one creaky hardwood floor board. You open one eye to spy a glimpse of the alarm clock, hopeful there is still more time in this slice of heaven you’re wrapped up in.
5:31 a.m. You close your one eye and roll over, just one more second. Then the visions of your Monday ahead begin to seep their way into your still closed eye lids.
5:35 a.m. You make peace with the fact that you MUST drag your ass out of bed!
5:40 a.m. First things first… coffee. Coffee- hot deliciousness that will attempt to convince you that you’re ready to start your day.
5:45 a.m. Shower……. “I can’t hear you”…kinda heaven!
6:15 a.m. Things are looking good. This might be a smooth exit from the house kinda Monday morning…
6:16 a.m. Toddler poops, decides he is a “BIG” boy, and can handle his personal hygiene solo (fail). Starting to rethink that smooth exit that was so close you could smell it.
6:25 a.m. You look at the clock once you recover, only to start the “gonna be late” scramble. I don’t know about you, but for me, when I start the I’m “gonna be late” scramble things get weird. Suddenly, it’s a frantic once over everyone, and their items, and schedules, and then it seems like I’m suddenly catapulted into the car!
6:30 a.m. The drive… The ride in consist of crap falling from the sky and playing on the radio, to prick drivers and red lights.
7:15 a.m. Work. Work started back at the 5:30, 5:45 transition. This is the part of my “work” day when I get a rundown list of staff that will NOT be making it to work. However, that list continues to get shittier with every passing 30 minutes.
7:30 a.m. Catapulted again. This smooth exit, things are looking good, crap weather kinda Monday suddenly has turned into wanting to catapult yourself into Australia! (I think I’ll move to Australia).
8:00 to 10:00 a.m. Things seem to start calming down; you take a moment to reflect on how you can turn this smooth exit, things are looking good, crap weather kinda Monday around…
10:15 a.m. Is when you see it..toddler who has decided he needs more space attempts to take a bite out of the kid to his right. You spin around with your cat-like (not in your twenties anymore) body only to have your foot completely catapulted onto the floor.
10:16 a.m. The floor is where you cringe in pain and complete detachment from the injury only to have your mind completely blown with fear that you may be facing a serious injury. Every painful snap flashes reflections of work, kids, exercise, housework, driving, moving, work, kids, exercise, housework, driving, moving…
10:20 a.m. This is the part of your day when you elevate your ankle, raise your cup of delicious coffee that was your first attempt at convincing yourself you where ready for your smooth exit, looking good, crap weather kinda Monday. It is there in that chair that not only does my leg elevate but so does my day; It was there in that chair, throbbing and confused about how you even got to this point in your Monday, that you decide that shit days like this happen even in Australia!
7:27 p.m. I hope that the founders of this blog allow me yet another hall pass, as I had fully intended on having this done days ago, but I was busy removing my kids marble from the drain, cutting bubble gum out of another ones hair and removing my newest nail polish out from under the entertainment center.
Mom says days like this happen… even in Australia! – Judith Viorst