It’s ironically cliché that today is Monday and holy cow, anything that can go wrong, will. I guess I should be fortunate that not EVERYTHING has gone wrong today.
knock on wood
Amazingly enough, I got somewhere with the housecleaning yesterday: floors vacuumed, mopped and buffed, and the beds were all stripped, washed and remade. So it is to be expected that both kids would chug their milk before bed last night and wet through their diapers/Pullups by the time Monday morning came. HURRAY! More laundry to do! Ack! I am NOT capable of waking myself at night to change diapers when they are so peacefully sleeping, heck, while I’m so peacefully sleeping, so I suppose, waking up to saturated diapers/Pullups is my fault. Fine. Laundry. Check. Again.
Upon the notification of the wet pajamas, my son hadn’t yet stopped crying, which I can usually curb by some Mickey Mouse Club, juice, and vitamin. So I kneeled on the floor and put my arms out for a hug, which is his cue to come running for his morning squishy (hug). He tried, but he wailed when he did. What the heck?! He won’t put his weight on his left foot. What on earth did he do between going to bed last night and waking up this morning? Seriously? So I grab him up, give him his squishy and set him down in the recliner to see what’s going on. Nothing in his foot, doesn’t look swollen. Ok, well, maybe it’ll work itself out. Now, let’s get these kids ready for our playdate this morning. Phone rings on cue. Incoming message….playdate is off. Tartar sauce. Ok, probably best since son is gimping around.
Not getting the kids dressed yet. Breakfast? Well I made this fabulous Buttermilk Coffee Cake for the play date last night. Remember the vacuumed, mopped and buffed floors? Yea, coffee cake is M-E-S-S-Y when it’s in the hands of my 2yr old. Sigh. All this coffee cake, maybe I should put out an invite for a relocation of playdate. Ok, invitation sent out, and my son finished his breakfast (though I think there was more coffee cake on him, his booster seat and the floor than there was in his tummy). Ok. Vacuum just in case someone takes me up on the playdate.
Son is crying so hard now as he’s trying to get down from the recliner where I had set him after breakfast. Breaking my heart so I call the doctor. Appointment for him in 2 hours. So much for a playdate. Let me see if there were any takers on it…one. DOH! Apologize profusely but bow out. Good thing my rockin mommy friends are so flexible.
What else is going to go wrong with my Monday? Oh yea, I got my period. (Aha moment! That explains my short fuse lately!) Damn thing is supposed to be non-existent with this birth control but let me just say, I am the 1% that gets it whenever it feels like rearing it’s ugly head.
Today IS Monday after all.