I don’t really like Mondays. It’s hard getting the kids (Jamie especially) back into a good routine after a fun and crazy weekend, and I’m usually super tired. But I do it once a week. (duh).
I usually let the kids sleep until about 7:30. Then, it takes a good 5 minutes to wake them up.
The hurry to the kitchen table to eat breakfast (it’s usually waffles or cereal).
Yes, since moving the tv back into the living room, Playhouse Disney plays while they eat.
Usually around 7:40 or so I hear Miss Charlotte yelling at me. She’s usually a happy baby in the morning.
She sits in her highchair and eats with the big kids and after everyone is done….clothes on. We do baths at night.
We’re out the door at 10 after 8 to take Ria to school.
Sometimes we run to Starbucks. Sometimes we run to the bank. Sometimes we run to the store. Today we had several errands.
But first we went home because we’re right in the middle of moving the big kids’ rooms downstairs so that Charlotte and Olive are both next to Danny and I and the big kids are together downstairs. It’s the only way it’d work.
And while I was hanging clothes, apparently the little monkey shimmied up to the table, because this is what I saw:
She laughs when I say, “no, no!”
The kids spent the morning building Legos, coloring, and jumping. Lots and lots of jumping.
After clearing out rooms, I did my usual: Auction work, cleaning the kitchen, vacuuming, laundry.
So. Much. Laundry. You’d be disgusted.
By then, it’s lunch time and today I made mac n’ cheese. So gourmet.
And then we got a surprise visit from daddy! The best.
Alice was just starving so she dug in like crazy.
I fed Charlotte a bowl and after maybe 5 bites she was done. She would turn her head and growl at me (yep, growl). I put her down and what did she do? Scurry over to Alice!
After lunch, we go on a hunt for shoes, which isn’t always easy.
I’m really lucky when the kids find 2 matching shoes that match their outfit AND are appropriate for the weather. We usually have to change shoes.
Jamie goes to school M-F, so on Mondays, we head out around 11:50 or so for Jamie to eat lunch with his friends at CHMS.
If I had to choose which children to take with me to run errands, it would be Jamie and Maria. But who do I usually have? The babies. They aren’t bad, don’t get me wrong, but Charlotte thinks it’s hilarious to stand up in the cart, grab things from the shelves, and Alice is always meal planning on her own and throwing stuff in that she’s sure we need. I’m a tired mama.
As we were driving home from Albertson’s, Danny called.
“Luke called and wondered if you were still going to shoot their wedding.”
“oh, SHIT!” (yes, I swore. I’m sorry to all of you moms, especially my mom, but I was 1/2 hour late to shoot a wedding. But, it was 100% dan’s fault, and this is truth.)
We raced (very safely) to Holy Family church where Dan met me to watch the kids while I took pictures of Luke and Thu.
40 minutes later, we had just enough time to go put the groceries away, and grab the mail before turning around to get Ria.
Charlotte fell asleep in the car on the way to get Ria, and in the parking lot, Alice got a little silly while I did some catalog browsing.
Charlotte woke up as soon as she heard Ria climb in the car.
With 20 minutes left before getting Jamie, we did the logical thing. We got yogurt.
Then we picked up this kid.
Finally, we got home. I had about 10,000 hours of work to do on the kids’ rooms, and thankfully Daddy arrived home around 5:00 to help take apart the bed.
We stuck Charlotte in the crib so she wouldn’t test her flying skills on the bunk bed stairs and she was NOT happy.
The kids helped (a tiny bit), but Dan and I did the work.
Alice was very busy, too, apparently.
I flew the coop at 6:30 to go to Sadie’s new house for a little girls’ get together. I didn’t bring my camera, so just imagine 5 hilariously awesome girls, wine, apple juice (me), and a Costco spread of food. Lingerie, jorts, rodeos, emails, blue lettering, weight gain, and 2013 were all topics of conversation and it was a good time.
Welcome to a very typical Monday.