It started with my opening the fridge before church, just to have all of the half-used containers of baby food fall out and splatter all over the floor, rug, and cabinet--peaches, peas, squash. I rolled the rug up, stuck it in the laundry room and thought, "I'll tackle the rest later."
Because it was a rainy, cool day (56 was the high), I had cooked our last frozen turkey for a nice, big Sunday dinner. H was screaming on the floor, so I used warm broth instead of my usual milk to make the roux for the gravy, and when I shook up the flour and broth, BAM! explosion. All over the kitchen--cabinets, floor, remaining rugs. Everywhere. I rolled the rugs up and took a swipe at the main traffic area on the floor and thought, "I'll tackle the rest later."
Just then, J called to say he wouldn't be home at the planned 5pm for dinner. It would be after 6pm or whenever they finally finished the tithing/fast offerings. Turkey dinners do not wait and neither do hungry kids (and hungry moms), so I gave the turkey carving a good try, fed everyone, cleared the table so we could play games for family game night. After family game night and kids in bed, I looked at the dishes stacked up high--turkey dishes, mashed potatoes, stuffing, peas, dishes from making chocolate chip cookies for game night. And I said, "I'll tackle that later."
Today was later, and later is finally over. Just in time to make dinner again for tonight.
my mondays are always the same....recovering from sundays. sundays are hard b/c you just want a day of rest, from everything: laundry, cooking, cleaning, parenting. all i ever ask for from a sunday (after being spiritually replenished, of course) is a big fat nap. do i always get it? no. am i super grumpy when i don't? yes. is my house a tornado-like disaster come monday? absolutely--nap or no nap. but that's how it has to be since i demand some sort of day of rest. (plus, three hours of church really takes it out of you). glad you're finally recovered from your day of rest.
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