manic Monday

Every Monday, I feel like I’ve been hit by a mac truck. It’s hard to get out of bed, one cup of coffee is never enough, the kids are fighting, the dogs are barking, and inevidably I’m out of milk. Monday schedules are always crazy, and I count the hours until bed. I usually try to pick an outfit that doesn’t require a lot of fussing throughout the day. I need it to keep it’s shape, and look as good at 7 as it did at 10.

Items in this observation

Morning

7:00 – Giant dog with horrendous breath licking my face
7:10 – He wins, I get up to feed him
7:30 – Start making lunches for school
7:31 – Realize I’m out of bread
7:32 – Consider making sandwiches on crackers
7:33 – UGH … realize that’s not going to work
7:34 – SOUP for lunch… BRILLIANT!
7:45 – Choke down first cup of coffee
8:25 – Rush boys out the door
8:45 – Drag myself to work-out

Afternoon

10:00 – Stand in my closet deciding what outfit will take me through this busy day.
10:15 – Give-up, jump in shower
10:30 – Start the beautification process
11:00 – Back in closet
11:03 – Feeling bloated UGH .. what now?!
11:10 – Finally find a suitable dress
11:13 – Decide on a shoe (looks professional & comfortable)
11:45 – Web meeting among men
11:50 – Sneaking twitter updates
12:15 – Meeting over
12:16 – Run to the bank
12:40 – Home to write

Late Afternoon

2:00 – Lost track of time … rush to food store before school pick-up
2:45 – Pick-up
3:15 – Homework & snack
3:16 – Coffee (desperate)
4:00 – Write

Evening

5:00 – make dinner
6:00 – Kids hate the dinner
6:01 – Ignore them
6:02 – Threaten no dessert
8:30 – Bath & Bed for the boys
9:00 – Crash onto my bed
9:05 – Sigh… I survived!
9:10 – “Mom … I can’t sleep”
“… it’s just another manic Monday” The Bangles