Wish It Were Sunday

Monday, Monday. It wouldn't bother so much if I didn't always feel like the entire week hinged on its success. Do I have a fridge full of groceries? Are my kids' backpacks in order? Have I checked the snack calendar, Parentvue grades, and the Friday newsletter? Even a little behind on one or more of those items this morning, looks like we pulled off a successful start to the week. We won't be outed this time for relaxing on a work-free weekend without even a nod to the washing machine. Another week started with a tank full of steam instead of high-test fuel. Nothing new. As long as I can just close my eyes for a little bit here...I'll be off and running again.