Monday, 9 August 2010

Meh Monday. Or Is It MehDay?


It's not only civilians that shudder when they think of Monday. Legions of Mums are shuddering, bracing themselves, pulling the covers over their heads, fronting up to the fact that it's the start of a fresh new week.

On paper, Monday looks exciting. It's a blank week full of potential (or alternatively, it's crammed full of playdates, lunch-packing, babysitter finding, preschool volunteering, and general meal-planning mayhem).

But the reality of Monday? The reality of Monday is ugly. Plain ugly.

Especially so after such a ridiculously glorious (yes, I did just use the word GLORIOUS) weekend full of sunshine. A brief flirtation with Spring that has continued today while I've been sitting outside knitting (yes I am still going on the world's slowest scarf).

We went to the park today - the Doctor didn't want to go. He wanted to (surprise, surprise) stay home and Lego 'til the cows came home. Tiny on the other hand was champing at the bit. We went to the park, the Doctor had fun, and came back running to me to tell me a magpie had tried to poop on his head. I was a little unsure about this, and then he came back and told me again (having a major giggle-fest about it) that this bird was again trying to poop on his head. I came over to watch - and sure enough, if Spring feels as though it has sprung for us, nature is feeling it too. That magpie was not trying to poop on him (how many birds do precision poop diving?), he was trying to swoop him. Thankfully he didn't get close enough to the Doctor and the Doctor was fully helmeted up.

Then the smalls saw some kids rolling down the hill. They thought they'd give it a whirl too. With hilarious results. Rolling the wrong way, half rolling in half downward dog poses. Oh man, I wish I had a camera with me. Then it was all over in a flash because the Doctor was soaked to the core in dew.

We made a quick park exit and he took off all his clothes before getting into the car. Like travelling in his undies. Like he was Borat. Actually, it was just undies and socks. Like he was Tom Cruise. Being a mum is Risky Business.

And so we came home to have lunch and both the kids were meant to have a sleep. Meant to. But they both didn't make it. Now they're discovering toys in boxes that haven't been unpacked since we moved and chanting that they want chocolate.
Roll on Tuesday. Pronto.

7 comments:

Two Tuesdays said...

Perhaps a stirring rendition of the Boomtown Rats 'I Don't Like Monday's' is in order?

Kids in incidental yoga poses are the cutest! I think it deserves a blog - rather in the form of LOLcats...

Sam said...

I was not overly fussed when Monday turned up this morning.

I too, wanted to stay in bed, but the "naughty man upstairs" as Abigail calls him, is renovating his apartment so he kindly woke us up with hammering.

The weather on the weekend WAS glorious, wasn't it. I sat at the beach yesterday for an hour, basking in the sun, in my tracksuit pants, no less. Te he he

The park sounds lovely. Hope the kidlets have a sleep later.

xx

mama bear said...

Mehday. I had two coffees today. WITH caffeine. I left my break at the bakery, ran over the real estate agents foot with my pram, and had to carry Rosie as she will not sleep unless she is on me. MEH!

on a better note. We got the flat. you know the one. xx

PS. am terrified of the magpies swooping again. they got me last season.

Cath @ chunkychooky said...

I woke to those words again: " mummy my pajamas are wet"

Cath @ chunkychooky said...

I do actually know how to spell pyjamas.

Loz and Dinny said...

It took the two babies precisely two whole minutes after Dunc left for Uni to wake simultaneously and start to cry ... I think they time it by the sound of the gate shutting ...Ah Monday... alone again with three smalls and a growing list of inventive ways to juggle them without reaching for the gin bottle xx I AM HEARING YOU, SISTA!!

LionessLady said...

Try waking up on Monday morning only to realise that your child has a curriculum that you totally forgot about!