Do you remember that song from the 80’s? Manic Monday? It goes something like this: It’s just another manic Monday… oooh ahhh… I wish it were Sunday… doo dah…’cause that’s my fun day…. Oooh ahhh… my I don’t have to run day…
Not that my Sunday was an “I don’t have to run day”, Jellybean’s dad took his Viper and went off to the track for a weekend of fun and excitement with the boys, while the girls stayed home for a Mommy-Daughter weekend, but compared to my Monday it was definitely a fun day!
My Monday morning:
Text from nanny – the battery is dead on the car she uses to transport JB from point A to point B.
Check weather – it is going to be a scorcher with temps in the upper 90’s, think to self, “thank goodness the car seat is back in my car and we will not have to manhandle that thing this morning”.
Text from hubby – he has the car seat that belongs in my car in his car (read: must move car seats)
Text from my AA – she is sick and not coming in today. (When did people start texting in sick? There is no creativity to that, mastering the art of calling in sick is a rite of passage we all must go through!)
Check watch, it is 7:15am. Time to get out of bed!
Hop into the shower, singing “Today is my favorite day” a great little jingle to get your head in the right place. Have you heard it? It goes like this:
“Today is my favorite day, God made it in a special way, I like tomorrow and yesterday, but today is my favorite day”. Jellybean likes to then run through all the days of the week, ending with the current day and yell “YAY!” and repeat “Today is my favorite day, God made it in a special way, I love tomorrow and yesterday, but today is my favorite day.” It is a perfect little song to put a smile on your face and also adjust your attitude when it is not exactly one of gratitude. And believe me, yesterday morning I needed to work on my attitude of gratitude!
As I hop out of the shower I hear a loud, urgent “MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY!” I grab my towel and wrap it around me as I am running across the landing with visions of Jellybean wounded in her room and just at that moment…
The nanny opens the front door for our little friend and her father. Yep. Me half-wrapped in my towel. If he looked up and saw me I am super, duper grateful that he looked back down and did not acknowledge me up there!
Upon reaching my darling child I am relieved she is not lying pinned under her dresser or in some other deadly situation but has made quite a mess of herself and her panties. It seems when she and Daddy went to bed the night before he assumed she was in a Pull-up since she was already in a nightgown. It was not a pretty sight! With the sound of “Manic Monday”, which is starting to reverberate in my brain, drowning out “Today is my favorite day” I get Jellybean out of the messy panties and nightgown and into clean clothes so she can head down for breakfast with Nanny and friend. Thank God for Nanny!
Humming “Today is my favorite day”, I head back to my room, into a bathrobe, and get dressed for work. I put on a sharp pair of black slacks, black silk shell, and seersucker blazer (I am interviewing a potential recruit this afternoon), and finally head downstairs to start the day. It is 8:10am.
At 8:15am the battle of the car seats is in full force! One of the great things about car seats is the fact their straps do not move when pulled. One of the drawbacks is that they do not move when pulled! I look up at JB’s friend and ask if they have crazy mornings at her house too… her reply: “Nope”. What I would not give to be a perfect mother! Just as Manic Monday starts to come back in my brain it is time for everyone to sing, “today is my favorite day, God made it in a special way. I like tomorrow and yesterday but today is my favorite day!”
Everyone is in my car now and off to camp they go!
Off to the nanny car I go to see what is up. Dead, totally dead. Color me nuts but it seems mighty odd that the day after the car comes back from Pohanka’s body shop it breaks. Oh well, thankfully we have more cars in our driveway than we have chairs at the kitchen table.
I head over to my little Mazda car to head to work only to find the windows were left down the previous night when my husband moved it from the garage to the driveway. It rained during the night. Maybe I’ll drive the Viper? Nah. Run inside, grab a towel to dry off the interior and sit on for the drive to work. The time is 8:35am.
I kid you not, that was my Monday morning. Oh, and a little cherry for the top. Remember those sharp black pants I mentioned earlier? I had a devil of a time getting all of the towel fuzz off of them! Thankfully though, I keep a lint roller in my desk at the office!
Today is my favorite day. God made it in a special way. I like tomorrow and yesterday but today’s my favorite day. This is especially true since I am writing this on yesterday’s tomorrow!