Monday: I decided to really get myself together and be the kind of mother and wife I always wanted to be. I went grocery shopping and made dinner and plans for leftovers for the week. I spent hours cooking and cleaning and really felt great about the week.
Tuesday: Things start to unravel a bit with the children but it was nothing that couldn't be fixed by a coffee date with another ballet mom. But then! I came home late that night to find that no one had eaten my thoughtfully prepared leftovers. No. They had picked up a pizza. I still can't talk about this. The words echoing in my head from my husband, "Look, I've already apologized four times." You can imagine.
Wednesday: The baby cried and cried and cried. We had big plans for the evening but by 5:00 my hands were shaking and I wanted to drive the car into a tree so that got scrapped and instead I stayed at home drinking too much Kahlua and paying the children to clean the house while I directed from the couch and talking with my husband about putting the older children in school and the baby in daycare so I could get some peace and quiet.
Thursday: I said to heck with the budget and went to Target and bought things I needed like printer cartridges(!!!!) and a trash can because my sister was spending the night and it kind of enrages her that we don't have a proper trash can. And haven't for something like 5 years. I don't know why, y'all. Had a lovely evening with her over excellent Mexican food.
Friday: I got up a couple of hours ago and sipped coffee, paid bills, and, without the constant chatter of the children, just sat around and thought stuff.
Aaaand I just ran spell check on this post right here and a window popped up that said, "No misspellings found."
Things are looking up.