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Monday is Mommy Day in our house

It’s Mommy Day not because I get flowers or massages or go shopping or stuff like that. It’s Mommy Day cuz that’s the night that I play in a competetive volleyball league. That’s the night that I can guilt-free hire a babysitter for 2 1/2 hours while I go get exercise, talk to people my own age, and blow off some steam. That’s the night, that even when I bring my kids with, I can leave them in the hallway to watch me play through a huge glass window. That’s the night that I can feed them peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for dinner without feeling guilty “cuz I’ve got to get going!”

For the past 8 weeks, Monday has NOT been Mommy Day. It’s been Mommy is Frazzled Day! We signed the kids up for ice skating lessons because we’d been going to open skating. Jason is absolutely fearless and thought he was a much better skater than he actually was. He didn’t so much skate as run with skates strapped to his feet. Stopping was a concept he certainly did not understand. Keira is a bit more cautious, and insisted that I hold on to both of her hands the entire time - unless Dad was home, then we each got the privilege of holding one of her hands. I decided my back and my heart couldn’t take the pressure, so I signed them up for skating lessons. Every Monday for 8 weeks I picked the kids up from school at 4:30, ran home to grab a bite to eat, and cruised to ice skating lessons. 30 minutes later, I’d rush them out the door to either get home in time for the babysitter to come or to just get in the car so I could make the 45 minute drive to volleyball in 30 minutes.

I am pleased to say that last week was the last day of ice skating lessons. Jason can actually glide on skates and stop without smashing through the boards and Keira refuses to let you hold her hand on the ice.

I did not sign them up for the next session.

I am takin’ back Monday! And I can’t tell you how excited I am to have my relaxing Monday evening back instead of continuing with the rat race that was Mommy is Frazzled Day for the past 2 months. And since Dan is home this week, I get to have a real Mommy Day and sing like a rock star in the car to MY music instead of Curious George!

What’s your Mommy Day?

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