I hate Mondays
Sep. 12th, 2005 02:35 pmI hate 'em. I really do.
I get used to having someone else around to help out with the Boy, which gives me the freedom to do Work Around the House like cleaning and to do Other Things, like sewing. I can plan my day to include me time. The Boy takes naps when they fit in whatever we are doing, or skips them.
Mondays the Boy and I have both forgotten the schedule and have to go look it up again. His "I'm ready for a nap" cues have sometimes changed, and I've gotten used to having the time to do what I want to do, sans baby.
For some reason Mondays are also when the ant shift comes out and terrrorizes the house as well, which leave me to kill kill kill and clean clean clean what I can while trying to watch a child to see when he needs his naps and fighting my inclination to force him into a nap (or ignore his crying) so I can at least sit down for a little while after sanitizing the kitchen counter yet again or washing the lunch dishes (his and mine now) or maybe even cleaning a bathroom, none of which are on my list of "things to do" (ok, the bathrooms are) yet need to be done.
Grrr.
I get used to having someone else around to help out with the Boy, which gives me the freedom to do Work Around the House like cleaning and to do Other Things, like sewing. I can plan my day to include me time. The Boy takes naps when they fit in whatever we are doing, or skips them.
Mondays the Boy and I have both forgotten the schedule and have to go look it up again. His "I'm ready for a nap" cues have sometimes changed, and I've gotten used to having the time to do what I want to do, sans baby.
For some reason Mondays are also when the ant shift comes out and terrrorizes the house as well, which leave me to kill kill kill and clean clean clean what I can while trying to watch a child to see when he needs his naps and fighting my inclination to force him into a nap (or ignore his crying) so I can at least sit down for a little while after sanitizing the kitchen counter yet again or washing the lunch dishes (his and mine now) or maybe even cleaning a bathroom, none of which are on my list of "things to do" (ok, the bathrooms are) yet need to be done.
Grrr.