Mondays are busy for Mums.
Sometimes we wish Mondays would have that weekend feel but then we wake up! Mondays are frantically draining all our?already-used up energy, whether it’s getting the hubby off to work, getting the kids ready for school, or just another day at home recovering from the weekend (that’s me!).? Mondays for me look a bit like this:
Washing status?
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CODE RED:?ENORMOUS
There are about six different piles in the middle of my laundry waiting for their turn in the machine.?That’s the fun bit -?I only wash if there is?sun today (check), and a bit of wind around (check check).? Rain throws the whole schedule out of whack – I insist all Mondays be sunny so the kids can get outside and the washing gets dry! Hahaha! I’ll let you know how that turns out….
Baking status
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We are out of biscuits and my family are threatening mutiny.? So, I must schedule baking in?between the washing, folding, mopping etc.
Children status:
CRANKY:
Kids are always cranky after a weekend – they are tired and?usually have a bit of trouble re-adjusting to the new routine of the week (especially little kids). If it’s sunny and you have a nice secure yard – send them outside to wear themselves out.? Mondays in my house mean that Mummy is busy and kids either find their own fun or help?Mum out!
An important?tip in surviving manic Mondays for mums is ?never leave the house on Mondays – it’s preparation day.? I change the sheets, vacuum and wash the floors, get the baking and washing done, get the clothes laid out for the week.? It’s a hard work day and I’m always pooped at the end – but it always makes for an easier week.? I highly recommend scheduling one day a week to get all the crap stuff done (let’s face it – housework is NOT fun!). Because then there is time to schedule in some fun – and fun is especially important to a Stay At Home Mum – because there’s not always a lot of it and the monotony of the work can really get to you. Share?your thoughts in surviving manic mondays for mum.
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After reading this article, I thought I’d write a poem dedicated to all the SAHM’s out there.
Monday’s At My Place.
There have been poems about Mondays,
And songs and stories too.
Nothing good happens on a Monday,
That’s when people have the flu.
My Monday is no different,
Being a Stay At Home Mum.
There are six piles of washing,
Which don’t quite seem so fun.
Hubby sent off to work,
With a coffee and a kiss.
The kids wave a cheerful goodbye.
Oh the family bliss.
There are the dishes and the floors,
The beds sort of smell like farts.
I’m sure the toilet needs a scrub,
And that’s where the cleaning starts.
Then there are two cranky toddlers,
Who don’t know what to do.
Get into mischief, sounds good to them,
But perhaps not to you?
The fighting and the screaming,
Break time, “Kids go and play outside!”
“Mum, it’s raining and I need to poo”
I die a little inside.
So I take the eldest to do his thing,
And set the youngest free.
Remembering the fun I had in the rain,
When I was under three.
While I’m carefully wiping,
I hear a frightful scream.
The little one has fell in the sand,
Only one thing that can mean.
Time for a bath, before ten o’clock,
For goodness sakes, I think.
Throw the eldest in their too,
And vacuum out the carpet stink.
Get them out and dry them off,
Change them into something dry.
Set up the playdoh put some Wiggles on
And let their spirits fly.
That works for about 10 minutes,
Until I just run the sink,
Then they start to poke and bite,
I could see red, but I decide on pink.
Get them up to help,
You’re not to young my boys.
One can do the dishes,
The other, pack up the toys.
Well, that was fail, but never mind,
They’ve decided to play alone,
Stick my hands back into the sink,
Oh AWESOME the telephone!
An hour to a needy friend,
Kinda wishing she’d understand.
My neck is sore from holding the phone,
This isn’t the Monday I’d planned.
So, the washing hasn’t been washed,
And the dishes have not been dished,
The beds still have an odour,
That’s not unlike dead fish.
But the dinner has been made,
And the kids have had some fun.
And we are waiting for their Daddy,
To make our family one.
The hubby arrives home,
From earning his hard earned pay,
“How are you dear?” He says to me.
“Looks like you’ve had a relaxing day”.
I cringe a little and resist the urge,
To punch him in the face.
After all, it’s not I,
Who has to be in the rat race.
Dinner’s up! We eat in peace.
The only thing left to do,
Let’s all sit down together with ice-cream
and Horton Hears a Who.
Love this! Well done!