Monday - Baby Steps in High Heels

Monday, May 4, 2015


Have I written about this before? It’s entirely possible that this is a repeat post given that this sequence plays out every single week in our house.

I have a love/hate relationship with Monday. Most people lack a love for Monday because it means back to work, which roughly translates to not on my own time anymore. I actually do not mind that aspect. My work is more on my own time than not, so this doesn't necessarily affect me.

The time that is not my own actually falls on the weekends when we are running from one event to the next, trying to keep as many commitments as possible while dodging toddler tantrums and preschooler meltdowns when we get too far off schedule.

Our kids are of the early-to-bed, early-to-rise variety. This works well enough for us during the work week, but Husband and I are on the losing end of the Great {please, pretty please} Sleep Late Battle. Our kids think 6:00 a.m. is sleeping late. (For the record, we disagree.)

We have occasionally tried to adjust their sleep schedules, especially around Daylight Savings Time changes, but they always trend back to what must be their internal clock settings. Which are set to 5:00 a.m. Every day. Except on Monday.

They must think that Monday is the weekend or a holiday despite our explanations, fancy Okay-to-Wake alarm clocks, the occasional morning time Cry It Out attempt, and all they prayers in the world. Okay, we don’t really pray for sleep. Usually.

Invariably though, the kids wake up between 5:00 and 5:15 on Saturday and Sunday, ready to go. They want to play, watch movies, have breakfast, go for a walk, have a snack, and possibly conquer the world all before the sun comes up. And, consequently, before my eyes have even opened, I feel like I've completed a marathon. Or at least a 5K. Check my fitbit. I’m only exaggerating a little.

When Monday rolls around, we have to drag both kids out of bed just in time to grab a quick breakfast, get dressed, and get to school. This morning, for example, I had almost 45 minutes to myself to pack lunches, make breakfast, unload the dishwasher. Drink coffee. While it was still hot. <--what didn="" either.="" i="" it="" know.="" know="" o:p="" possible="" t="" was="">

Y'all, I even did all of that after the alarm clock went off.

To call my feelings about Monday a love/hate balance is probably a bit extreme. I don’t love or hate this day of the week any more than the others. I do find my experience of it rather ironic, though. Of course, if you throw hot coffee into the mix after two days of waking up before the sun (and the coffee pot), you will not find me complaining one bit.

Happy Monday, y’all. And please forgive me if I write this exact post again next week. Sleep deprivation is not my friend. 


  1. This post made me laugh. Maybe in the sleep deprived way? My daughter is the same. Nowhere to be? Up at 6am. We have to be somewhere at 8? She is still asleep as I load things into the car. And hot coffee is so rare and so wonderful! I switched to iced coffee because I couldn't drink my hot coffee in time lol!

  2. I LOVE the name of your blog! So cute and original. Some day you will miss getting up so early with your little ones :) They won't stay little for long! xo