I hate Wednesdays.
Every-other Wednesday we all have to get up extra early and be out of the house by the time I usually wake the kids any other day of the week. Every time — every single time — #1 is shocked and horrified by the early start, and battles me all the way through the morning routine. #2 moans and wails, trying to sneak back into bed. #3 decides to take this opportunity to unravel the entire roll of toilet paper, eat unwashed socks in the laundry basket, and tip over shampoo bottles.
Once dressed and brushed for the day, the boys and I drive an hour in traffic to my parents’ while Hubs has a breakfast date with #1 before preschool drop-off. The boys and I enjoy time with extended family (the bright spot in our day), then venture back home where I tell myself the boys will nap… they must nap. I NEED them to nap.
Despite the early start, no one naps. Because of the early start, everyone is an asshole.
To make things even better — because I am a genius — I signed up #1 for ballet after preschool on Wednesdays. She loves ballet… pink, tutus, what’s not to adore? However, an extra-long day paired with having to act like a decent human being in public for that many consecutive hours means meltdown mania from the time her tulle-bedecked tush enters the house until she’s shuffled into bed. Some days she even continues her tirade in her sleep, awaking refreshed and rejuvenated after unknowingly verbally eviscerating me All. Night. Long.
I hate Wednesdays.
Thank God for wine!
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I’m so sad. I was glad that I had Wed . with you a message dated 5/4/2016 7:35:53 P.M. Eastern Daylight Time,
Time with you guys is lovely. If only I could get at least #2 & #3 to nap! No one napping makes everyone such brutes. I really should’ve known better than to sign up #1 for ballet. Next year with full-day kindergarten is going to be interesting.