It is 11am on Sunday morning. Sunday is, for many people, a day of rest. It is the day where Americans watch football and ESPN and when we make foods that will lead us to a lifetime of Type 2 Diabetes and heart disease. For many, it is the best day of the week. Not for me.
True, I often take part in the food making, but I also accomplish laundry and grocery shopping. It is the day of car cleaning, homework doing, vacuuming, floor steaming, bathroom scrubbing, sometimes dog washing, and the most important duty of all, Desperate Housewives watching.
Currently, I have my scrapbooking material scattered across my kitchen table. My Cricut Cutter is armed and ready for action, there is a hot pot of coffee waiting, and the boys are watching Mighty Machines on the new DVD player. I shouldn't be writing this blog. I should be scrapbooking and folding laundry.
However, I wanted to note how important Sundays are to all mothers, but especially mothers of two (or more.) Sunday is not the day of rest. Sunday should be dubbed "Day of Preparation." You see, tomorrow is the beginning of the work/school week. Without Sunday, today, I wouldn't be able to accomplish the rest of week without pulling out my hair and/or crying while driving to work and/or from school.
I start work at 10am tomorrow, but will be up at 5am. (Which is 3am to my Hawaii friends.) I will start the day by taking a quick, but effective, shower. Then, I'll turn on the news and drink my coffee. I will soak in Andy Carson's weather report and that bald guy's traffic update. Then, the ground will start shaking and I will be swallowed up in the chaos. Translation: THE BOYS WILL WAKE UP!
There will be an unusual amount of whining. Josiah will probably be twice as hungry. The linens on the bed will, for some odd reason, be pulled completely off. The eggs will crack in the bowl. We will run out of coffee creamer. I will forget to sign the homework. Isaiah won't know where his backpack is. Josiah will shit his pants, his crap will escape his diaper and then it will run up his back. It will be MONDAY!
So, to keep all of that unwanted-ness as far away as possible, I need to prepare. Today is preparation day. Today, I will wash the towels so I have clean ones for tomorrow. I will make sure there is enough creamer. I will tuck the sheets in extra tight. I will find the backpack. I will watch the new Desperate Housewives because I like it and it will remind me that I can't stop the shit from running out of Josiah's diaper and to be grateful that I am not having twins like Lynette, or Windy, my Super-mom friend.
Most people, like Nana's or Dad's, don't know how important Sundays are. People want you to do things. They want you to visit people. Some people, *gasp* want to come over!!! (By the way, I hate hate hate an unexpected knock at the door. Not only do I think you are a religious solicitor, it will usually end with me slamming the door in your face while you are still talking.) I don't play that game. Do not visit me on a Sunday and do not demand that I go somewhere. I am busy. It is the day of PREPARATION, not the day to do what other people want you to do. Today, is the day that I do what NEEDS to be done, SO DON'T BOTHER ME, especially when Desperate Housewives is on.
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