Every Monday I believe in the dream, this is going to be a great week! I wake up fresh, pick out a fun outfit, and start the day with a gusto. I am on time. I tuck sweet ‘love you’ notes into the girls’ previously packed lunches. I am a new woman. I will be excited to write every day of the week, respond to every email, complete every task and maybe even do laundry…because I am on top of everything. I sip my coffee, pour syrup on pancakes, and wave as the children climb onto the school bus and drive away.
Tuesday is a good day. I’m still a believer, but slightly disappointed not every task on my To Do List was completed. I’m glad to have another full day to complete Monday’s list. The kids are still on time for school, they have clean clothes and even though I pushed my luck by making their lunches at the last minute…I still manage to get them out the door. I sip my coffee, sprinkle cinnamon on toast, and wave as the children climb onto the school bus and drive away.
On Wednesday I’m annoyed. Not only did I NOT complete any of the tasks leftover from Monday’s To Do List, but I have added at least 9 items to complete before Friday. Where does all the time go? Laina has to wear Maile’s pants because hers have disappeared and where in the hell are Kainoa’s shoes? Sandwiches are made on hamburger buns today, but that’s probably tastier anyway. I sip my coffee, slap cream cheese on bagels and wave as the children climb onto the school bus.
On Thursday I decide waking up two hours earlier than usual will be just the jump start I need to get a handle on the Monday/Tuesday/Wednesday To Do List that is now out of control. But when I open my eyes I realize instead of waking up early it is now 30 minutes PAST my normal wake up time. I knew I shouldn’t have stayed up to watch the Real Housewives Finale Part 2. I jump out of bed, toss leftover bagels into lunch bags and scurry kids out the door. I sip coffee, throw crackers at kids, and wave as they run to catch the school bus.
On Friday I am burning the To Do list. Why did I think I would ever be able to accomplish all that? We’re in survival mode at this point. A fun outfit? I grab the yoga pants from my floor and decide dressing up just means putting a bra on…but I don’t do that either. Laina is wearing last years pants and they abruptly stop at her shins, did I really forget to wash more clothes? The house is a disaster, the kids need baths, I need more sleep and my daughter only has one arm in her coat when I begin pushing her out the door. I sip coffee with my eyes half closed and wave as the children climb onto the school bus.
Something magical happens over the weekend. I pull myself together, I sleep a little better, I get my house in order and by Monday…I believe in the dream all over again. this is going to be a great week!