I remember making a comment or two about a year ago about how I dread Mondays. At least one person made the remark that stay-at-home moms don’t really have a reason to dread Mondays. We don’t have anything to dread because we are staying home and not leaving to go to a job.
At the time, part of me wanted to revoke my complaint about Mondays because I guess I thought there was some truth to that. Now I know there is not.
I think that comment has made some of my Mondays better, but I’m sorry, I still don’t like Mondays.
Of course I’m doing what I want to be doing and what I love. I’m so very thankful for that. That doesn’t mean this job won’t have rough moments like any other job.
Yesterday was really rough.
When Brent texted to say he would be late because he had some things he was going to finish up, I thought I was going to cry.
They wouldn’t eat would I made for dinner, but yet they were banging at the pantry and squeezing their arms through the small amount of room that the child proof lock allowed. Who knew kids could live off granola bars.
They did the same thing at lunch.
They were whining.
You guys, the whining.
I typically don’t whine on here or much at all, but I want to whine about the whining.
I know, and I think I really do know. They aren’t sure how to express themselves; they can’t talk great just yet. I can’t understand some of their words as well as I can others. ::insert whine here::
I try to tell them not to whine and just say “more” or to stay “stop” if the other is messing with their toys. If there is something you want, “go show me!” Instead, it’s immediate whining, with a pretend cry, until I figure out what they want. Knox is more guilty of this, but again, he’s not talking as much as Sloane is. She’s saying sentences. She doesn’t know how to formulate everything, though, especially as fast as she thinks and wants to say it. I know it will get better and I think it’s probably the fact that there are two whining that makes it seem over the top. They will even go a few days without a whine and then bam.
Yesterday, I would try to read books or start activities and they would walk away and want the same toys, which lead to whining over them. They only napped for one hour, which I know, is better than no nap.
Part of me knows I’m a little spoiled so when I feel like I’m having a bad Monday, I do kind of feel bad about it. Brent is very present. He comes home from work, usually by 5:30 everyday. He’s home on the weekends; he changes diapers, he will make a meal. He’s extremely helpful. I’m not in this alone. Knox & Sloane do Mother’s Day Out twice a week for 5 hours.
But Mondays are hard.
A lot of times when they wake in the morning, Brent is home and goes up and gets them, but sometimes if they sleep late, he’s not. So, when I go in on Monday morning, they are in daddy mode because he’s been home for two days. They start asking for daddy. We get downstairs, they ask for daddy. Them asking for daddy doesn’t make my day bad. In fact, that warms my heart because I know they love their so much daddy. It’s just something about Mondays. It’s the start of a week for us, like anyone else. It’s like we are trying to get back in a grove after being on a solid one for two days.
Before summer started, they were doing Mother’s Day Out on Mondays and Fridays, but now they do Tuesdays and Thursdays. So that is also a change.
Last week Brent was gone on business for three days and I was with them all alone. Those days were fun and really not hard. Those days weren’t Monday. Sure they had their moments, but they didn’t last and we moved right along. They got to FaceTime with Brent before bed and when they did ask for him in the mornings, I told them he was at work.
I do have a job and my Mondays are hard. No, not always, but sometimes.
Last night I made a list for Mondays that I think will help. A friend of mine agreed her Mondays are hard so we think playdates are a great option. Knox and Sloane love playdates. I put walking around the mall on the list. They really like to see all the people at the mall. Of course if it’s nice outside, we do that, but our weather here is a mess lately.
I’m writing this because after yesterday, I realized it was the third Monday that has been
ashitshow unpleasant . Once they stopped MDO on Monday, things got tricky. I realize this is a stage so instead of wanting to pull my hair out, or pour a glass of wine at 3pm, I’m going to find ways to beat Monday. We are going to have good Mondays. I will go into Monday thinking it will be a good day, and aware of it’s nature, instead of being blindsided when it’s not.
Yes, some days really are these sweet fairytales and somedays, notsomuch.
What days are hard for you and why??