I've said it before and I'll say it again, I do love Mondays. Well actually, it's a weird kind of love. I am home, which is great, but the smalls are at preschool and school, which is a bit of a drag. Most people would be slapping me in the face and saying: "Get outta here" - but Mondays feel kind of lonely. I know. I'm a weirdo. I should rejoice in the solo Monday, and I do, but it does feel lonely flying solo without my wingbabies.
I love doing the pick up. I try and pick Tiny up early so we don't have to rush. This Monday I parked the car in a different spot - and we got to climb the bridge over the train tracks. Tiny marvelling at the sparkles in the cement steps. Simple joys. There is absolutely something in that.