Mondays are tough. After spending three days home with my little munchkins, I hate to leave them come Monday morning. I wake up and think to myself, maybe I should play hooky and plan something fun for the day but I’ve never followed through and actually stayed home with my kids on Monday just because it’s Monday…at least not yet. I just squeeze a little harder during our hugs goodbye.
Weekends with three kids are not all that relaxing but they are priceless. There is no rushing around in the mornings. We can usually stay in our jammies ’til whenever. We fly by the seat of our pants and let the days take us where they will. This past weekend, it happened to be furniture shopping. Our adventures looking for a new couch are worthy of a whole other post! But I digress.
Now I’ll be the first to admit that my kids can be royal PITAs (and so can I, just ask my husband!) but somewhere amidst all of the toddler demands, screechy whining, sibling bickering, and un-cleaned up messes, we spend a great deal of quality family time together over the weekends and I always find myself wanting another day home with my kids when I wake up on Mondays. Pretty much the last thing that I feel like doing is getting up and going to work, stopping along the way to hand my little cuties over to someone else and I’ve probably said this before but I do at times feel a little envious that other people get to see my babies’ smiling faces for most of the day.
And so, I’ve got a case of the Monday morning drop-off blues, feeling disappointed that the weekend is over and sad knowing that when I pick up my children this afternoon, it will be back to work-week business as usual at our house. There will be dinner to make, school bags to unpack, dishes to do and little bodies to wash. Time will pass much too quickly and before I know it, I will be dropping my little ones back off at daycare and school again tomorrow.
Fortunately for all of us, another weekend together is just around the corner and this makes me feel a little bit better.