Manic Mondays

Hi all,

Like that 80's wonder song - Manic Mondays - the beginning of the week usually begins the movement toward Friday's cresendo - in which I collapse like a deflated whirling dervish on my child-beaten sofa. I sometimes wonder if I am the only Mom on the verge of a complete meltdown at any given moment? Likely not. But most of us do a good job of hiding it. I of course, feel as if I am cloaked in a 'I've got it all together' costume. This costume consists of fake glue-on nails (pre-painted), multiple processed hair, Spanx and a coating of mineral make-up. The costume is polished off with various clothes in black (to look slimmer) and to facilitate getting dressed in the dark. For the most part, I wake-up bleary eyed, jonsing for an XL coffee, soaking wet from pre-hormonal night sweats wishing that a fairly godmother existed. It typically takes me 5 minutes to figure out which bed I am in - Child A, Child B or Neglected Husband. Neglected husband spends 90% of his time rolling his eyes as I tip toe past him to the bath---as if to say 'just let them cry' when I make my way to their beds at night. Not me - I have discovered - because as a working Mom - I miss them too much.