As a stay at home mom, is every day essentially a “Monday”?
You all know what Monday feels like. Long. Unrelenting. A nagging fear in the pit of your stomach, will I ever make it to special Saturday morning breakfast ever again? Or will I (after safely depositing baby with her father because it’s wrong to even joke about throwing babies out of windows while said baby is within mind reading distance) swiftly jump out the window myself?
No, some days are a Thursday. You’re cautiously optimistic. You’re in the home stretch. Maybe you’ll clean the whole house today top to bottom and give the damn dog a bath! Or maybe you’ll spend the whole day in pajamas unwilling to make dinner and resorting to canned soup even though it’s four thousand degrees outside…
Some days are a Tuesday. In some ways a Tuesday is worse than a Monday. Because a Monday is like a shot of Vodka straight up, but a Tuesday is like taking that Vodka and trying to dress it up with some sugary crap or Red Bull, half the buzz and twice the hangover. (Can you pick up on the not so subliminal message? I haven’t had a proper drink since June 12th, 2009)
And there’s always Wednesday, which I propose be renamed Get Over It day. Because let’s be honest here, don’t we all know that we are there to get over the hump and move on with our week?
Fridays require no explanation. Just a trip to two grocery stores and that housecleaning you avoided on Thursday.
And then you’ve made it! Hurray! It’s the weekend, which in our house always means houseguests…who bypass me entirely and gush over Aliza while forgetting to throw their towels in the hamper.
Yup, it’s a Bad Case of the Mondays every day this week…
And here’s someone who can’t differentiate between a good Vodka cocktail from a Cosmopolitan abomination a Monday from a Tuesday just yet…lucky her.
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That is one happy baby!
And yes, from what I recall about those days (and it’s not much), they were all Mondays. There was no housecleaning. No dinners. (still aren’t – who has time for cooking when there’s blogging to be done?) And NO SANITY. The urge to throw yourself out the window sounds wonderful sometimes – a breeze through your hair, maybe a small cat-nap midair, but the landing? Well, that would suck. So hang in there! It gets soooooooooooo much better. I swear.
Thanks, baby has many moods, I feel grateful to have captured “happy” that day.
What’s truly sick is I miss housecleaning and cooking…on my “days off” the first thing I do is cook and clean…what would Gloria Steinem say?
I’m with you on the Tuesdays! Almost worse than Mondays! The only good thing about Mondays is that I’m usually optimistic about the upcoming week…but by Tuesday I lose most of my motivation.
Thanks Liz, I’m glad I’m not the only one. Let’s pen a hit “Terrible Tuesday” song together, shall we?
Love Alizachka’s name…such a cute baby.
I think even without kids, some days feel differently than others, even if you’re on a 5-day schedule. For instance, even though today’s a Monday, well…no it still feels like a Monday. Never mind. How do you do it-take care of your babychka and still have energy for guests on weekends?
Aw thanks, I’m sure you can appreciate the difficulty of finding a name that sounds great in English and Russian, follows the limiting criteria of ‘name your child with the first letter of honored deceased relative’s name’ (we only had “A” and “M” to choose from) and (as an added bonus) is Hebrew!
Energy? Vat iz zis energy you speak of?
I love the look of your blog.
Also, this is such an awesome, creative post.
Finally YOUR CHILD IS ADORABLE.
Ann
OMG Ann from Ann’s Rants commented on MY BLOG…I am going to go faint now! Thank you so much for your kind words!
And on those never ending Mondays, it’s not quite 3:00, all day long.
High five.
Yes! And do you notice that no matter what time the husbands come home it is always half an hour too late?
You know what? I know what you mean. But, honestly, as the mother of teens, I wish I had the blurry days of the week back..with my pumpkin in my arms,nursing him until the wee hours of the morning…when we had no schedule, and nothing made sense.
You don’t mean to say that teens actually make sense, do you? Thanks for visiting!
you are such a funny writer. I love the strikeout.
Thanks Claire, I have moments of lucidity…most of the time it’s mommy brain mush though…