Honestly, by the time the end of the day rolls around on Monday, I'm so tired I can barely concentrate hard enough to drive home... perhaps I could work a few energizing standing backbends into my end of the day routine at work?
Anyhow, by the time I get home with the kids, I'm pretty much on autopilot until I get to leave for my 7 pm yoga class. Don't have dinner planned out for tonight? Well, then we're having grilled cheese. Somebody's throwing a tantrum? Oh goody, somebody gets a timeout! (One of these days I'd love it if somebody would put ME in timeout!) What's that pile of clean laundry doing on the bed and will someone please remind me how to fold laundry because I'm pretty sure I CAN'T REMEMBER HOW TO DO ANY OF THIS ON A MONDAY.
Aaaah. Mondays. I don't hate them, I just can't seem to get past how hard the transition back to the work week seems to be EVERY SINGLE WEEK.
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