I said this, my dear friends, because Monday should be called Satanday. On this day, Satan has his way with all of us with children in this school district: Every
Captain Adventure starts preschool tomorrow (and I have got the stack of paperwork to prove it) (many trees have given their all to help my son get into the special needs program, people, let us not forget their sacrifice – please plant a few (dozen) on his behalf, will ya?), not today, why? Because! Normally his preschool runs from 12:00 to 3:00, BUT! On Satanday! He goes from 10:00 to 12:00. The teachers prefer that he start on the ‘normal’ day to get into the swing of things before we go and jerk his chain around with this Satanday madness, sooooo…tomorrow it is.
Those of you keeping track at home will note that on Satanday, Boo Bug gets out of kindergarten at 10:40.
Oh yeah. I’m feelin’ the love right about now. (However, I have also done an end-run around Satan by enrolling Boo Bug in the Kindertime program at school – she now goes until the lower grades get out, so I don’t actually have to pick her up until 1:30 on Satanday.)
Early release days, how I loathe them!!
Today, in spite of my aforementioned (I am using big, legal-sounding words to impress upon you how seriously I took this vow, hence heightening the drama of the breaking thereof to follow) vow, I went to Costco.
Why would I go to Costco on Satanday? Of all days? When I have such a short window of opportunity and such a large amount of weekend-recovery-housework to do?
Because we were out of milk. Out. None. Zero. If I wanted an afternoon mocha (yes, please) or to make a casserole for dinner (uh, maybe), darn it, I had to get milk. And I needed to go to Costco anyway, seeing as how we were would of damn near everything, aaaand the milk is about fifty cents cheaper for the two gallons there so!
I had to go to Costco (‘running of errands’), on Satanday, thus giving Satan yet another chance to dig his hooks into my soul. Because Costco opens at 10:00, I was out doing the Costco thing until 11:30, at which point I had to scurry back and unload, putting things away as quickly as I could while making important (and almost forgotten) phone calls while also eating lunch (THAT had to be fun for the folks I was calling – “Hi, this is {gulp} Tama, you called me last week about some {slurp, chew chew, gulp} vital thing or other, I forget what exactly?”) AND feeding Captain Adventure, a feat of multitasking that I feel ought to be recorded somewhere (so, uh, I’ll use my blog).
And now, right immediately now in fact, I have to get back in Homer the Odyssey to pick up my
I. Hate. Mondays.
2 comments:
Good luck for today (Tuesday) with Captain Adventurer. I hope it goes really well.
FWIW, I have a love-hate relationship with Mondays. I love the start of a new week; it's like a mini-New Year's Day: slate wiped clean, all resolutions present and correct. If I don't start something on a Monday (say, exercise), then I've blown the window of opportunity/new habit and that's it for the rest of the week.
On the other hand, I dislike my job so hate that Monday means 5 days of work before I can ignore it again. In other jobs, I actually enjoyed Monday (sad, I know). But then, I valued the whole week and not just the weekends. (Oh, how I resent my finishing time - it's half an hour later than I want!)
- Pam (started job hunting)
Oh yeah, early release. ReeRee's school is giving us Early Release WEEK right now after a week off for Thanksgiving. How nice of them!
She's bored and I'm behind with having her under foot for a week. Now the whining begins, from both of us.
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