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Monday, May 9, 2011

Today Was Such a Monday

Last week, I was all, "top of the Monday" chipper.

This week, I'm feeling very lucky to have survived the majority of this Monday.

The day started out early with laundry and thank-you cards.  Snack packing and dishwasher loading.  Laundry folding and diaper changing.

On the way to school, there was breakfast eating and breakfast feeding.  Then, post-drop, it was as if every other car on the road was magnetically drawn to mine.  In one intersection, I was nearly hit two times!

After surviving the drive to the farm, there was gift delivering, more diaper changing, and horse feeding.  Fence mending, wound treating, and watering.

Then, we began errand running: printer ink picking, bathing suit trying, and purchasing.  (But not of any bathing suits!)

Next, there was more feeding, nursing, and nap facilitating.

Anon, there was crying and crying-shushing and rocking and shh-ing.

(There was no sleeping.  There was unabated crying.)

Alas, there was typing and printing and texting and appointment-making.

There was new employment form writing and educational trip form writing.

(There was still no sleeping.  There was still crying.)

There was sighing.  There was diaper changing.  There was undressing.  There was showering.  There was diapering.  There was lotion rubbing.  There was dressing.  There was blow drying.

There was lunching.  There was more driving.  There was grocery shopping.

There was the chopping, measuring, mixing, and sampling of chicken salad.

There was still no napping.  Lots of trying.

Then, when finally there was sleeping.  There was waking.  Crying.  Carseat buckling.  Driving.  Waiting.  Alyssa up-picking.  Driving.

Mail grabbing.  Bookbag unpacking.  Tomorrow's lunch packing.  Folder paper recycling.  Playing.  Coloring.  Snacking.

Now, more laundry doing.  Dinner-making.  Typing.

Later, soap-making, horse feeding,  (horse riding??), grass mowing, and more typing.

Finally, out-passing!

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