As the weekend drew to a close, my oldest confided in me, "I'm not much of a Monday person."
I drove down the road laughing.
First off, this is my one that loves school. She's the one who can't decide which subject is her favorite because they are all so great. Yeah, if I hadn't seen her come out of me, I wouldn't believe she is mine. I overheard her tell her brother she didn't understand the point of recess. He gasped in horror because, to him, that's the only perk school offers. Then if that wasn't hard enough for him to process, she told him she finds a nice place to sit and read. The look of confusion on his face was priceless.
So to hear her admit she doesn't like Mondays, well, I was a bit taken back. I mean ... welcome to the club.
I chuckle to myself and retort, "Nobody is a Monday person. Everyone you know - not a Monday person."
I stop there because I'm trying not to be overly cynical. The real win as a mom is not saying exactly what you're thinking, which is, "Wait until you're a mom and every day is Monday."
I ask what is up with this latest revelation and she says she still likes school, it's just hard to get back into things after the weekend.
OK, I get that.
While I wrap up Sunday with some more laundry, I consider the impending doom that is Monday. The kids have been destroying the house all weekend. They undid one of those knotted fleece blankets. Why? I have no idea! They made one mess after another in the kitchen. I die a little inside after vacuuming, then coming around the corner to see them eating saltines like hungry, hungry hippos.
I sat down for some "me time" only to be interrupted by someone wanting me to help them download and install a computer mod ...
After that I just try to get through the rest of my jobs without losing my mind to the constant stream of, "Mom! Momma! Mommy!"
There's a thin line between being able to shut that out and hearing nails on a chalkboard. I told some friends at church that in a Pavlov style, whenever I hear "Jesus, remember me," every muscle in my body tenses up because I know the kids are going to run into church for communion and I'm going to have to deal. Seriously!
However, now that all my kids are in school, the weeks have actually become much easier. We still have a couple hours of chaos in the morning where I play short-order chef and then a referee for the first solid hour they are home. But I've got some time in there where no matter what the job, I can do it in my time, in silence and I can go to the bathroom.
That's when I have an epiphany ... (see what I did there?)
I'm so ready for Monday.
Jen Reekie was born and raised in Quincy and received a communications degree at the University of Kansas, which has come in quite handy as she communicates every day with four children who don't hear a word she says. This stay-at-home mom enjoys the challenge, though, and shares her experiences in this blog, "Mum's the Word." She welcomes your feedback, questions and stories about staying sane while raising kids.