So the day is winding down and little eyes are getting droopy. For a Monday, it wasn’t all that bad. I’m a lot like Garfield: I hate Mondays.
However, it’s the last week of school, therefore the last “real” Monday for the next couple of months. I no longer have to wake up at the crack of dawn to prepare lunches and make sure shirts are on the right way and underwear isn’t on heads. I’ll be able to sleep in a little bit more, not have to worry about getting out of the house at the correct time to beat the morning train that runs the tracks I need to cross.
I have been waiting for this Monday since Spring Break ended. Summer break for the kids are summer breaks for me too.
Of course, that leaves me with wondering what I am going to do to occupy the time of two young children. Sure, things are planned, like a possible vacation, trips to parks and zoo, field trips to museums to keep up with the learning. Play days with friends and late nights trying to catch bugs. But it’s not going to happen every single day.
A whole lot of planning will be involved in my next following Mondays. But as long as I can get my sleep until at least 8am, I’m okay with that. And I will get to sleep until 8am because I am the one making the fun stuff happen.
Sometimes being in charge is okay.