MONDAY BLUES

I've always had a severe case of Monday-phobia. I dread Mondays. I abhor Mondays. I detest Mondays. I suspect I am severely allergic to Mondays. On Sunday evening I can feel myself turning into a totally different person. The care free, bohemian, live-and-let-live ME becomes an absolute road hogging, rushing to get the kid out of the house, Get-Me-Some-Coffee-Now 'fore I Diiiiiieeee !!! Tyrant. Did I say, I can't stand Mondays? I have a sneaking suspicion that God, as a last and final joke, will take me out of this Earth on a Monday. Today is the kind of Monday that I'm talking about. I wake up to sleet and rain (didn't someone say it was April??), Spouse calls me just as I prepare to get Kid 1 out the door to school and tells me he forgot a very important set of keys.
"Can you please bring them to me?"
I'd have no problem bringing Spouse his keys if:
a) it wasn't Monday
b) his location wasn't 15 exits away and at least 45 minutes in the opposite direction
c) it wasn't Monday
d) I didn't have a 9:30 appointment
e) it wasn't Monday
f) I didn't have 15 chapters to try to get typed in
g) if it wasn't go**amn Monday

So of course, I wrap up Kid 1 and Kid 2, drop Kid 1 off at school and I travel 45 minutes in the opposite direction, 15 exits, on a rainy, sleet soaked go**amn Monday to give Spouse his keys. Of course he smiles and says, "I'm so sorry. I know I owe you big time." Oh you owe me all right, is what I want to say. And I'm about to cash in in another few months, just as soon as I can get myself over to Expedia. I've decided that I am in dire, dire need of vacation and I'm thinking of a 3 day solo cruise. But that's another story. Back to my Monday. So I get back here (by the grace of God) after falling asleep twice at the wheel. Not in the house fifteen minutes before the school secretary is calling me to tell me that Kid 1 is sitting in her office with 100.8 degree temperature.

"Can you please come and pick her up?"

AAAAARGH !!

Kid 2 hasn't even been fed yet and here we go again, back down the highway, fifteen mintes, 5 exits.

When I arrive, Kid 1's got her leg crossed and reading a book. Doesn't look sick to me. After driving fifteen minutes, five exits in the sleet and pouring rain with a hungry Kid 2 on a go**amn Monday, I want you to look sick. I want you to be sick. I don't want to hear you tell me, My head hurts just a little bit (two small fingers spread about a half inch apart). Rather than make a scene, I become the doting, caring, mother that I am and say "Okay, sweet pea, let's go." My friend R calls it "Real Life."
So today, I am experiencing Real Life. I am glad to see that my upgrade to Blogger Plus is up and running. I may even buy a domain. But what I'm going to do today is work on getting those fifteen chapters (or parts thereof) typed in so I can get going on these rewrites. Somehow I can't see myself moving forward on the story board until I've got every single chapter typed and in front of me.

Here we go. On a Monday. 10 and a half hours left.

Peace always,
ANGEL