But, alas, not all members of my family are fellow Monday-huggers. No. It's true.
For instance, Audrey. First whine of the week, "whatever we are having for breakfast, I do NOT want it." Seriously? How do you respond to that? As a mother, it is my utmost duty to ignore any and all whining. My motherly ears are unable to process that particular frequency.
Then, there is the fabulous Maria, notorious morning hater. She had the pleasure of a new wardrobe. Wouldn't that make most people happy? Well, not this five year old. She has apparently bonded with her size 3 pants in ways I did not even know was possible. She has finally grown! and I am glad. When she put on her new pants this morning, she grumbled, ""Mama these pants don't fit. there is no gap at my ankles. They like to be breezy. They need to breathe, you know." No, I don't know.
As I hugged them as they ran out the door, Audrey accused me of trying to knock her over. oy!
Do you see why I love Mondays? Because now I have the home all to myself. And the weekly blessing of the mess begins. My first plan of attack, Mt. Rushmore.
Wishing you a blessed Monday!
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