A serious case of the Mondays is happening in this house. I thought I had it all under control. Breakfast more than accomplished with a boiled egg, English muffin with strawberry jam, and Raisin Bran. Kids loved it, it was fast and healthy and didn’t involve any sort of kitchen maneuvering. My hair BLOWN dry, things were really starting off great. No fighting, that includes with me, each other, about clothes, food, hair etc. This is an insanely blissful Monday morning. Maia was packed and ready for swim, Emma’s book bag was full with goodness and we strolled out the door for the bus at 8am with coffee in hand. As I’m walking along I’m thinking I have to get back home, change quickly and get to the train before 8:55 which means getting Maia in the car and Jojo with us. Totally fine I’ve done this a million times. The bus will be around 8:20 all good. Then I check my phone text from raj: your keys are in my car. (Now of course most say just use the spare set. We only have two sets)

Ok the calm blissful thoughts of convenient scheduling that were racing through my head have now turned to FIRE. Think Anger from Inside Out. Red little guy (in this case girl) with so much fire coming out of the top of its head it puts a volcano to shame. Calm down there is nothing you can do about any of this. So now I go into complete problem solving mode with backup plans up the wazoo. If this than that. If that than this. Best case scenario car door is open I can quickly remove the car seat then the second Jojo arrives I can quickly install it in her car and get to the train station in time to catch the 8:55. If not I will uber and Maia will miss her first swim class that she’s so looking forward to while the guilt as a parent consumes me. Keep in mind I’m already feeling bad enough that I can’t be at her first swim class. Bus comes I practically push Emma on fast as lightning (you’ll recall last week when I couldn’t muster up the courage to let go of her hand let alone FORCE her on the bus) wave a quick goodbye and run home with Maia in the running stroller. Oh right there are construction workers everywhere. I dart past all of them to the car and pray the door is open for everyone’s sake – mostly Raj because let’s be honest he is never going to hear the end of this. Ever. It’s called Italian Grudge – basically consists of a relentless stubbornness and grudge holding. And as if there was a god above the car door was open. Now the rest fell into place so I’ll spare the details. The day progressed and Maia started her first swim class and although I missed it she was and absolute star. The video proves it.

Renovation. Well that’s in full swing still. For now I still have a functioning sink and stove. I’m getting by with paper plates and plastic forks and cooking what I can. Maia and I made endless amounts of zucchini pancakes to freeze this weekend. Seems like a good move. Because the other thing I like to do when I’m stressed besides run is cook and my cooking partners are pretty cool. 

So here we are on a Monday, heading home from work a little tired from the general day. Didn’t get to put the kids to bed tonight or run down Emma’s day at school or Maia’s first swim class but tomorrow is a new day…and that new day is my youngest starting her first adventure in preschool. I will miss none of it and I will cry. Endless amounts of tears. And once again it will be fine.