Tuesday and Thursday are my newest nemeses. (Joining Laundry Pile, Dust, and Moldy Fridge Food.) Mondays now — we’re tight!
This is not breaking news to some of you. I’ve mentioned before how I much I enjoy a good Monday! This week saw the return of SCHOOL, and I always find Monday to be productive. Being productive makes me feel good about myself, and we all know that feelings do, in fact, matter. If Mama ain’t happy… and also happens to be the school teacher…
It ‘aint pretty.
Monday and Wednesday were great school days for my little brood! We breezed through reading, writing, and ‘rithmatic with happy faces, and minimal interruptions from the peanut gallery. Warm fuzzies swirled through my brain, and I thought, “Homeschooling is great! I can do this!”
On Tuesday and Thursday, I thought to myself, “Homeschooling is horrible! What am I DOING!”
I don’t remember particulars. Please forgive me for blocking the trauma from my permanent memory bank. I’m sure it was all stupid stuff, like babies falling down the stairs, sisters being tripped, lamps tipping, books ripping, fires in the oven, poop getting dropped off in inconvenient places, and lollipops getting dropped in places where poop should go. OH — and mama running on coffee fumes alone.
On Wednesday night — I counted — we had SEVEN wake-up calls! It’s just too much, folks, for my sanity.
I will never forget almost eight years ago, when our first baby was just a few days old, and Dee and I took her to a Labor Day party. (I know — what were we thinking, us newbie parents! Now we just hole up indoors for weeks on end with a new baby. Mostly so we can take turns sleeping.) An older couple was there, with five children — in six years — all grown up. They gave the expected congratulatory remarks, and then chuckled in unison as they told us, “Now you’ll never sleep again!” It seemed gleeful, like they were happy somebody else would understand how HARD it is. We laughed too, waaaaay back then! Now, we’re too busy playing tag-team in the middle of the night. *sigh*
Would I trade it?
Just last night, I was breathing in my baby boy at 1:00am. Consciously memorizing the way his body curves into mine, his eyelids fluttering back shut, his still-baby hair, and sounds, his soft hand on my cheek. I wonder how many more nights I’ll have, and how many more babies.
I have always treasured my middle-of-the-night snuggle times with my babes. It’s selfish, really, my refusal to sleep train my babies.
I don’t WANT them to not need me!
It’s morning that doesn’t always agree with me. My kids know that I will always greet them with a smile and hug, but breakfast just isn’t happening right away! Not until Mommy has coffee.
So. Back to the beginning. Mondays and Wednesdays, good. Tuesdays and Thursdays, bad. Why? The only link I can find is the shower. I don’t shower every day. (Sorry! Just clothespin your nose if you’re visiting on Monday, Wednesday, or Friday.) On the mornings I definitely, really do need a shower, I stay in my jammies until it happens. I get the kids started on math before I hop in the shower, but I just don’t feel professional or attractive adorned with greasy hair and sweats. The solution seems obvious, yes — shower at night! However, I’m usually making out with my husband, reading a book, or watching Beverly Hills Nannies. Which to sacrifice? Probably none.
Besides, that no-shower theory? It’s just a theory. My bad morning might also be directly related to low levels of caffeine in my system, potty accidents that occur before any caffeine, or the fact that I forgot to put the plastic holder-thingy back on the coffee grinder, and so my caffeine spewed all over the kitchen counter and floor.
Always, I know, it’s related to forgetting about Grace. And forgetting to focus on eternal things, to laugh, and to be kind to all who live here.
(P.S. There is no such thing as a horrible Friday. On Fridays, we focus on art, parks, games, and THE WEEKEND! And yes, chewing on crayons and creating interesting drool all across the kitchen floor totally counts as art.)