Facebook. The place where each and every Monday morning, there are are least 10% of my friends who decide to tell everyone how much Mondays suck. Yeah, we get it, 5 more days until the weekend. Blah blah blah.

I don’t mind Mondays.

They start with this


A little K-Cup and creamer. Maybe some truvia.

And then they go to this


I think she can smell me because she opens her eyes almost as soon as I hover over her. And she always, every single time, smiles.


How can a day that starts with that be so bad?

And then she hangs out on Mama’s bed while I do things like make lunches.


And wash and dry beets.  (I’m lying, Danny actually did this last night, but I wanted to take a picture and add it to my blog.  I’m calling it legal.)


And get the kids ready for school (well, just one kid – Maria – but the others have to get ready so we can take her). But not before we accessorize, duh.


There. Perfect.

The kids were great on the way to take Ria, like they always are. We went to get the oil changed in the car, too. I was the youngest there by a good 50 years. The kids? 70 years. I sound like I’m totally tooting my own horn (which I am) and completely bragging (of course) when I say that I am always being told how good my kids are. One man today was particularly taken with them. “Your children are so good. Very well behaved. And she is beautiful (pointing to Charlotte). Like a little doll.” Yep. I know this. But of course I don’t say, “Well…….YEAH!” I just say, “Thank you! They are good kids, I’m pretty lucky.” I so am.

After the oil was changed and we got a car wash (“Uhm, you have some hard water spots on your car…you might have to get that detailed.” Yes. I know. Sprinklers.) we went to Albertsons because Jamie was so hungry for muffins. Plain old regular muffins. Aaaaaaand because we needed lunch stuff for this week. I wouldn’t just take 3 kids to Albertson’s because one of them wanted muffins. I’m not that nuts.


And at home, we made muffins.


[No. You must be mistaken. That’s not Alice screaming at Jamie in the background. She would never yell at Jamie….]

And I thought for sure that the chocolate chip muffin mix would be kinda like the blueberry muffin mix. Vanilla muffin mix with the chocolate chips on the side. Well I was wrong. The chocolate chips were mixed in. I knew Jamie would never go for it, so I had to separate the two. I’m so smart…


A BBQ grilling bowl thingy. Perfect.  1/2 plain, 1/2 cc.

10 minutes in the oven and they’re done.


Jamie waited patiently on the naughty stool.


NOT because he was naughty. In fact, he was such a good boy today.

The muffins? How were they? Well here….


And then after muffins and lunch and cleaning up lunch (I swear, that’s all I do…make food and clean up after it’s eaten) the kids played Polly Pocket.





They LOVE Polly Pocket and I am always finding tiny sized dogs and babies on my carpet. And I sometimes step on them. And I’d be lying if I told you that Polly herself had not been vacuumed up earlier this week along with a teeny tiny purse….because she was. Sorry Polly.

And while the little ones played, the mama did laundry. Look at this laundry room:


So fresh and so clean, clean…. (Outkast anyone?)….but seriously. That’s clean.

And the piles on my bed were slowly put away.



And thank goodness Charlotte was there to help me.


Ah she’s so stinking cute.

And the rest of the early afternoon was spent watching The Next Great Food Truck Race. Okay, I’m not sure if that’s what it’s called because I feel like I’m putting an extra word in there somewhere. But I love it. Especially Korilla. I hope they win.


And then before I knew it, it was 2:45 and I had to rush the kids out to the car to pick up Maria. Maria, who got in the car after school and said, “Hi, Mom…Hi kids! I missed you today!”

And shortly after…Daddy came home.

I LOVE Mondays.

And Tuesdays. Wednesdays, Thursdays, Fridays…the weekends. They are all really great. Because it’d be hard to have a really bad day when I spend them all with the best little humans ever.


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