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Monday, glorious Monday

I love Mondays. I believe I've said this before, but I do. It's the start of a new week. There is once again a schedule, a rhythm to life. It involves getting up early, seeing the two eldest ones off by 6:15, after I've unloaded the dishwasher from the night before, loaded it with their breakfast dishes and put on the pork roast to cook in the slow cooker all day. Later this afternoon I'll be shredding it and making my mom's barbecue sauce to simmer it in for an hour or so for dinner.

I managed to mke it to the pool for my morning work out, after getting my two youngest off on their bus. Well, not so much on their bus as waiting for it with the other half dozen kiddies in the neighborhood and various mothers.

Then I stopped at the store as we were out of milk (I swear these children could drain an entire herd of cows) and my cell phone rang. Poor Number One Son is again suffering from that eye thingy he had before and it hurts. So I picked him and he told me the good news about his math grade. He actually has one that registers now. He's also Math Student of the Month. I am very proud of him and told him so. I wasn't proud enough to let him drive on the way home though. I do have my limitations, and letting a teenager with vision problems drive is one of them.

So, checked my email, my editor got my column so that's done. Now I need to confront the mountain of clean laundry that needs folding. Ah yes. Laundry. Not my most favorite of things but something that must be done. I'm thankful that the two oldest ones do their own.

Off to my laundry orgy. I know, you're jealous aren't you.


  1. Sounds like a good days work !!

  2. And that was only till around 11 a.m.!

    Dinner was a success, dishes done and I'm about to make either some cookies or some brownies for the hubby's and children's lunches tomorrow.



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