This may seem a little weird, but I didn’t think I would care what day of the week it was once I was a stay at home mom.
I don’t really know why I thought that.
But I think it had something to do with the fact that when I first began staying home, I actually didn’t care.
I blame the excitement of starting something new.
Because the past few Mondays?
Well, they have REALLY felt like Mondays.
And a couple of Tuesdays have felt like Mondays, too.
Like…what the heck?
Yesterday was a classic Monday.
It started off awesome. Tom slept until 7 a.m. (Woo!)
But then the rest of the day went like this: Tom refused a morning nap, he pooed five times, he fell asleep the last 5 minutes we were in the car, he refused an afternoon nap, he began crying at every. little. thing., he pulled everything out of every container we have in this house, Huck suddenly developed a case of standing-directly-in-front-of-my-feet-at-any-given-moment, I got a speeding ticket, and the officer told me “speeding with a baby in the car is REALLY bad!”
(In my defense, I was only speeding because: I’d gotten 6 stop lights in a row, the guy beside me was being wacky and I wanted to get away from him, I was trying to get home before Tom fell asleep in the car AGAIN falsely thinking this would save us the afternoon nap, and my check engine light had come on. I totally told the officer all those excuses, too.)
((Okay, I didn’t tell him those things, but only because while he was telling me I was a bad mom, I was still trying to keep Tom awake by shaking a toy in his face and impersonating Cookie Monster.))
(((The officer was not at all amused by my Cookie Monster impersonation, by the way.)))
The worst part was?
If this Monday had happened to me pre-Tom, I would’ve been able to curse and break something and fling myself on my bed and cry and sob and be all dramatic and act like I had the worst day ever.
But now I have Tom!
So even when I wanted to have a mini-breakdown, I couldn’t.
(Name that movie! “I just don’t have time for the nervous breakdown I deserve!”)
I mean, I thought about it.
“Can I sneak outside and just kick something REALLY, REALLY hard?” I asked Tom.
Tom looked at me and then held his arms up to be picked up and held.
He’s so cute. And he knows exactly how to cheer me.
Tom is making me a better person.
One who doesn’t have mini-breakdowns about regular life.
One who takes deep breaths, remembers how lucky she is and moves on.
Oh, and all he understood from that sentence was “outside” so he wanted a lift so we could go out there.
Which we did.