Like any other
tech-savvy mom, I engage social media on a daily basis and see my
friends posting with increased excitement as the weekend approaches.
Come Sunday night, like clockwork, these same people lament Monday's
imminent lurch forward. I used to do the same, but my experience as a
mom has led me to theorize that it is not Monday that is the worst
day of the week. Nay, it is Thursday.
apart on Thursday.
I burn through my energy Monday through Wednesday while
my toddler's levels stay at a relentless maximum all week. I don't
think my toddler's disposition is necessarily worse on Thursday, but
my ability to gracefully approach a child crying over some minutiae
(Why did you move my hat?! Wahhh!) has dramatically diminished.
By contrast, Mondays are rather pleasant. I've rested over the
weekend, my husband was there to parent with me all day and, hopefully, I did something replenishing that helps me get a jumpstart
on the week. Mondays are fantastic. Monday's start with pressed juice
and an up-and-at-them attitude. Thursdays start with a whimper.
Here's a rundown of
events on a typical Thursday:
I'm up at 7 a.m. and
fumble through my dresser looking for something comfortable but
still appropriate enough to wear to face people out in the world.
I take a quick
shower. Wasn't this citrus shower gel supposed to be invigorating?
My daughter is awake and asking for milk, crackers and chocolate. I hand her some
milk, and I start to get ready for our weekly mommy-and-me class. Even
if I've prepared the night before, it still feels like I'm
Daughter nibbles at
an English muffin (which she adorably refers to as crumpets), while I
watch the clock.
I wipe her down,
dress her, sort of comb her hair so no one at class judges me,
and we're out the door. At school, we're crafting, playing and
singing for a few hours.
When we get home, I
make her lunch. The last few weeks she's been skipping naps and, while
I can roll with it on a Tuesday, it's too much on Thursday. If she
skips her nap, I'm basically holding on until my husband gets home.
Husband gets home
and I can finally get tackle some work, since I work from home.
However, it's tough to get in a creative mood when you're tired, so
it takes me longer to finish any given task on my to-do list. I
finish everything, because I'm a mom and we get the job done. I might
not get to bed until midnight—but at least Thursday is over.