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Bi-Polar Monday

There are just some Mondays that swing from top to bottom quickly. The bottom is the bottom and there is mud there that sucks you in. The top is happiness and joy that makes you smile to yourself and think "Can it get any better than this?"

To start the day I wanted an alarm that would gradually wake me up and not give me that startle. I hate starting my days with a startle, but what I picked didn't exactly work either. I chose the chirping birds on my phone, and I woke up to Rick telling me that he was sick of listening to the birds...for the past 45 minutes. Then we both made a mistake and layed there talking rather than getting up. You guessed it, by doing this Krischan missed the bus.

When Krischan misses the bus, we have about 20 minutes before we need to get in the car to take him, no big deal, but today speed time began. I process in my head that I need to go to the bank, Jakob is in his pj's, Kadence is dressed and I just need to get my shoes on and brush my teeth. We all have eaten. 20 minutes, we can do this.

So like you can imagine in a pit stop at a race, that is how we worked to get me out the door with all three kids. Rick dressed Jakob, Put shoes on Kadence, I got myself ready, filled out the bank slips, and Krischan went outside and avoided the chaos. We would win no race today, it took us 30 minutes. So Krischan was late to school.

Then came the high, a bit of time outside after running a few errands.

The only thing in my garden that comes back every year are the strawberries, so I tended to them. Kadence saw what I was doing and wanted to help.

She put on the pout.


So I let her help.(I was just pulling out the dead stuff and turning the dirt)


Then she threw down the gardening tool and went to go play.


So I finished the chore in peace, enjoying the fact that Jakob and her were playing while I got this done.


I know, they aren't nice clean rows, but believe me, let them grow and flower, and when they do, they will be one big strawberry patch.

After this I walked around the yard and looked at the buds on the trees, and admired my lilac bush that is just about to bloom.


I wish they bloomed all summer, but I will deal with just in the spring. When the breeze comes and I have the door and windows open, that beautiful scent fills my house.

And because nothing is perfect, I have plenty of dandy lions already.


At least they are yellow. I love yellow.

Then came lunch. I told Rick I would make him a grilled ham and cheese, but I only had shredded cheese. So I had to use that...


But it worked fine and that sandwich was completely inhaled by a hungry man.


He even gathered up all the crispy cheese that was in the pan.

Then, like the universe saw how good things were, it reared it's ugly head and put me in my place. Screaming kids, phone calls, over charged card, food on the floor, one little one shutting himself in a closet and having to listen to find him, Shoving food down and rushing off to baseball practice, and screaming extremely loud kids. I mentioned that last one twice because I needed to get my point across.

And now, I will go and collapse in my bed and reset my alarm so that I awake with a startle tomorrow morning.

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