I hate Mondays

I am going to complain, so if you are not interested I suggest you skip this post. It all started yesterday after Jazzercise. I was in a foul mood. No endorphin rush for me. I pulled up to the house to find J. (KOUP) hanging out the third floor window with the leaf blower, cleaning the gutters. Where were the children? I was gone for about 90 minutes and all I could see was anarchy. Now if you ask J. everything was under control. I really wanted to push him out the window. But I didn't.

J. was going to the boat that day and asked "What time to do I have to be home so I don't get in trouble?" EEEEWWWW! That was ugly. I turned to him and said," I don't care what time you get home, just tell me a round about time so I know when to eat." (Only 11:00 and I was already thinking about dinner) He left. I took the kids to a friend's house to play. It was fine. I yelled a lot at my kids and I didn't get anything done around the house. The kids wouldn't go to bed. I slept on the couch. I just needed to be alone. (enter theme song: ALL BY MYSELF, I WANNA BE...) Anyhoo, at about 4:00 AM a heard the stomp, stomp, stomp of little feet. It was C. Before I understood what was happening he flipped on the light, turned on the TV and asked for breakfast. I didn't realize it was 4:00 am, so I got up. Popeye was on. I hate Popeye. Once I realized what time it was, I turned off the TV and put him back to sleep on the couch. I didn't know that J. had turned off the heat. It was a little chilly.

At 7:15, J. comes downstairs in a rush. We're late, again. We hurry and scamper to get out the door. I have to work today so I had to get dressed. Because I had not done any laundry all weekend, I had nothing clean, so I had to go digging. Three ironed pairs of pants later, I'm out the door. ( I have to keep going to Jazzercise because two of the pairs of pants were so tight that you could see the seams of my seamless underwear. Not good).

I get to work and all but three of my appointments cancelled. Of course, they were spread out so I couldn't come in late or go home too early. The silver lining is that someone brought Thin Mints. No wonder I can't fit into my pants. I get home and the kids are brawling. I just put them in the basement and closed the door. There's a lock, but so far I haven't had to use it. I'm drinking wine and am ready for bed. I know it's only 6:30.