We have small group on Sunday evenings. We meet with several friends and lead a discussion about the Big Idea, the topic our church covered that morning. Because we love our friends in small group, it’s always hard to make ourselves leave at a decent time, but even a decent time means a late dinner.
And now that school has started, it means a late dinner AND a late bedtime for a cranky kid.
Add to that a headache and a here-we-go-again argument with your husband, and you have the formula for a lousy Sunday night and not-much-better Monday morning.
We adore our church and love being involved (and our Sunday night small group is truly one of the very best parts of our week!), but it does make for short Sundays. And the few hours Mark is awake and alert on Saturdays are precious, because his night shift means our family time is always at a premium.
So grocery shopping on the weekends simply never happens – nor does finishing laundry and picking out clothes for each day of the kindergarten week or prepping items for lunches for each day of the kindergarten week.
Despite my best intentions.
Despite my complete understanding that these two tasks would make my Monday (and Tuesday and every other day of the week) more pleasant and efficient.
Despite my burning desire to be the kind of mom who wakes up early to scramble eggs and read her Bible on Monday morning, rather than the kind of mom who stumbles out of bed late because her daughter slept in, too, and then proceeds to run by the drugstore IN HER PAJAMAS THAT DON’T EVEN MATCH to buy a Lunchable and a bag of little chocolate donuts.
Because kid’s got to eat, whether I’ve been to the grocery store or not.
Not every day is like this, thankfully. And when I say pajamas that don’t match, I promise you that a) I put on a bra and b) I meant black yoga pants and black t-shirt in different shades of black. I’m not actually a public nuisance with flannel plaid and cotton stripes or something.
And while I didn’t technically brush my hair, I did make sure both my child and I brushed our teeth before heading out the door to face the week and the world.
But like I said, not every day is like this one. In fact, once I get myself into the shower, the rest of today won’t even be like this morning. I hope.
Some days, though. Some days are just FULL of the keepin’-it-real real life that we don’t stage for Pinterest pictures. Some days are simply overflowing with the less-than-beautiful messy reality that no Instagram filter can prettify.
I feel like I’ve had a long string of those days, starting with the night I made tacos from spoiled ground beef and served them to my family.
That was last Wednesday, and don’t worry. I’m the only one who took a full bite before realizing that our dinner – and all the ingredients we’d piled onto our taco salads – was beyond salvaging. McDonald’s, here we come.
Thursday morning brought a kitchen full of dirty dishes and a 10:00 conference call about – of all things – how cleaning my kitchen changes my life. The irony was ridiculous, and I asked my friend (who was hosting the call) if she’d like to fire me. She assured me that she did not, and I cleaned up my kitchen before the call began.
(After Instagramming the situation first. Because, really.)
And then there was Friday. The day I barely moved off my couch, staying glued to my laptop frantically editing an extremely difficult book and praying I would make my already-moved-back-once deadline of 5 pm. (Spoiler alert: I didn’t.)
Some days, man. SOME DAYS.
It’s late in the day for a fresh start, but sometimes you just have to make do. So I’m going to shower and start over. Just as soon as I eat another little donut…
Ever had one of those days?
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Oh Mary, you’ve made me laugh! I feel better now because someone else out there has had a string of those days too. Sometimes I feel like I barely make it through the week, and we’re church planters, which means the weekend is NOT the time to Prep. for an easier week for me either.
Betsy, do you at least get Mondays off? Working in ministry – or even being heavily involved – makes for hectic, sometimes draining weekends and a rough start to the week! Seems like we should at least get to “move” Monday to later in the week, right? :)
I hope your Tuesday is off to a better start. I woke up late and forgot to make lunches last night…the boys will buy from the cafeteria and my girlie put together her own hodge podge of a lunch. It will be okay. They were all giggles at Mommy’s frantic running around this morning and even my husband seemed to find my antics amusing. Oh well!
Oh no. Well, I hope YOUR day gets better, too! (And thankfully, my Tuesday started much better. Whew! Thankful for fresh mercies every morning!)
This sounds so very much like what I use to be, only I homeschooled my one little guy, but that didn’t make things any easier for the morning rush…..which also included my daycare kids that would come…so early….ugh! I wasn’t until I found flylady.com that helps with organizing a bit better with morning and evening routines….but even then there are THOSE DAYS! Truly can relate….!!!!
Oh, my. I’d be in real trouble if parents were dropping off their kids at my house in the morning! And I know about flylady…but she’s going to have to move in with me before I’m organized every day like she wants! Ha! :)
Yes. I’ve had some of those days. And sometimes I take it out on people I shouldn’t. :/ Anyway. Praying for you! (and me both:)
Me too. And thanks!