I don't know why I try to make the most of every Monday, but it is always jam-packed. I had a cleaning scheduled this morning to keep my gum disease (thank-you thyroid cancer) in check, but first I got the girls ready to take to school.
Go to get in the car and realize, No car seat (it's in the beater car - at the shop). Get to school and realize, No school (spring break). Get to appointment a leetle bit late and the poor girls hang out in the playroom while I am there for two hours.
Get home, fold some laundry and get everyone ready for dance and volleyball. Check Ty's war wounds, (he got clobbered at school today) he's shaken up but is fine. Drive to dance and realize, No ballet shoes (they are sitting next to the car seat at the shop). Make a library run and realize, No petty cash to pay off fine (get books anyway). Drop child off at volleyball just in time to meet one at dance. Pick everyone up when it's over and rush home to make Chicken Enchilada Soup (masa harina might just be my new love).
Everyone eats without complaint. Success! Root beer floats top off the evening. I try to read aloud from The Yearling, but everyone is just too tired to be nice. Tuck everyone in and head off to settle in with some of my library finds.
I'm so glad tomorrow is Tuesday. Even though the schedule is just as crazy (with dentist appointments, dance, volleyball games, and a doctor visit to boot) somehow it's easier to have a chock-full Tuesday than a Monday.