The Thing About Mondays

At 9:00 this morning the weather report said it was 83 degrees, but "feels like" 88 degrees, with the promise of a 97 degree high before the sun goes down. Thanks for showing up Summer, guess you were going for a grand entrance this year. Fooling us with the cool, dry air of June and early July only to come crashing down on us for the month of August. Summer is my least favorite season, and Monday is my least favorite day.
Last night my little Elle was still running around her room (literally) until 11:00. Yup, it took over 2 hours and many trips into the room to finally get her to lay in her bed and go to sleep. First me, then Wade, then she came in our room, then Wade took her to her room, then finally at 11 after hearing her little feet hit the floor again, I went in and laid with her and she finally fell asleep and so did I. So when I woke up at 3:00 all confused about where I was, I went back into my bed. Next thing I know its 5:55 and I am laying there thinking of any excuse I can to go into work late, nothing. So I got up and showered. Elle was of course super tired this morning because it is Monday and she was up late, so she was a monster. I brought her a drink and her medicine (a whole other story) and told her to take the medicine so she could have her juice. She looks at me and says "Ummm, no. I'll take my juice first." Like it was a choice...ok, it kind of was. I was not going to start my Monday off with a fight. She drinks the juice, fights us the take the medicine, fights to change her diaper and then...the clothes. I try dressing her, she fights me. Wade tries very patiently to dress her, giving her options, speaking in a calm voice. And she is fighting him on everything. She wants to wear her undershirt and a diaper to Mimi's. It is 10 after 7 so I have no choice but to slap on my sheriff hat and lay down the law! So I start yelling at her from downstairs and keep yelling until I am standing in her room, where she is laying on her bed crying because I am yelling at her. Wade steps out of the way and I pull the skirt on her that she had been fighting with him over, telling her its not our fault that she stayed up two hours late and now she is tired. I grab the brush and pull it through a million knots in the back of her head and we walk downstairs. Oh shoot, we never brushed her teeth.
And then, we were fine. She got in the car happily, we sang some songs and talked and got to Mimi's in one piece.

The thing about Mondays is they stink, the good news is they only last 24 hours.