Don't you love the title of tonight's Yoke? It rhymes! I am now a poet, in addition to an aspiring author!
Mondays are difficult. I mean there are the predictable universal difficulties--everyone is tired, the weekend is over, we are all in mourning, the week is long, blah, blah, wah, wah, wah, blah, blah, blaaaaaah!
(This my attempt at onomatopoeia. You can ask Alexa what means.)
I think Mondays are such a mind fuck because when Monday begins, you might, like me, have a great attitude about the week. Like: "This is the week! Everything is going to be amazing!"
And, then, as usual a series of unfortunate and terrible things happen. Sometimes the unfortunate things (like getting distraction by the laundry or having a 2 hour long sneezing attack as the result of a dust allergy, I do not have COVID, thank you very much) are much more demoralizing than the terrible things (an annoying SURPRISE deadline or hours of homework support). I do think that I am a professional at sweating the small stuff (the big stuff is so much easier sometimes to legitimize and explain).
Monday brings so many small, annoying things.
Like the reminder that I have to follow up with the school on this and that; and I certain there will be at least 7 violations of the terms and accommodations in Lily's IEP (everyone will think these minor; but trust me, these violations will be as painful as minor splinter in your big toe. You'll limp for a day over it all) and I know I probably have a few school meetings I have to fit in on my calendar. I have three, wonderful, spirited children--they come with meetings.
And, of course, there is the weekend schedule to coordinate. I am going camping with the Girl Scouts and there are other actives and games and play-offs and play practices. Monday is a reminder that I now have less than a week to coordinate all of it.
It's annoying.
And even more annoying, is my wishing for the weekend to hurry up, because then I feel like I am wishing my life away, when if anything, I want to wish more life everyday and I don't want to rush anywhere because is really good. So that's all confusing.
Especially on a Monday, when all the things are brought.
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