Just Another Manic Monday

Mondays are crazy. Not as crazy as Wednesdays, but they're busy enough to warrant a "mom time out" at the end of family dinner. :\  As Kate and I pushed our cart through the local grocery store this morning, I looked up from my list just in time to catch one of the workers belting that famous mantra The Bangles gave us for Mondays. Manic. I looked up it's definition and this is what I found: frenetically busy; frantic. Yeah, sounds about right. 

I feel like today was a blur- 14 hours of mania that started with helping Brandon shovel 4 more inches of snow from our driveway at the crack of dawn and has winded down to children FINALLY in bed and me with zero motivation to clean up the dinner dishes. So, I'm here. This place I have to share, feel...and admit I have yet to settle the "beef" I have with this particular day of the week. I mean, I wanna. Really, truly. But Monday's kind of a bully and I don't much care for bullies. So, I guess there's always next week...

In the meantime, here's to Tuesday. Thank Heavens. 

-M