Case Of The Mondays: SAHM Style. (Or Maybe Just Zoot Style?)
I agree with Linda that Fridays changed when I became a Stay At Home Mom. It didn’t signify the end of the workweek and the start of the “break” anymore. It was just a different variation of the same thing. Extra person at home (spouse) meaning – depending on your family chemistry – more help or more work. Sometimes both. But basically? Still the same daily routine. Maybe no school if you have school-aged children – and not having to do carpool is a blessing – but basically? You’re still caring for the kids, the home, the family and maybe – yourself. Weekends are just a little different.
However, I had a revelation yesterday. Since I’ve been a SAHM, Monday suck in entirely different ways.
See, it used to be like this: Ugh. Mondays. Start of the 5-day workweek. 5 FULL DAYS until the weekend. UGH. Because, weekends were a break. But I’ve realized that in my life? Weekends are the busiest time for me. We schedule a lot more activities because there are usually a lot more options on the Saturdays. Sundays we do family dinner at our house which is a very good thing because it motivates me to do actually cleaning and not just picking up. There is an extra person around and this usually inspires me to do more activities because we can do them as a family. My weekdays? Basic domestic activities involved with raising a family and keeping a house. My weekends? All of that on steroids times 4 Martha Stewarts.
This means that Mondays have become…my weekend? It’s now a day that signifies the busiest part of my week is over. But because it’s a Monday, it means everyone else is starting their week. Back to carpools and laundry and packing lunches. In other words, it’s the day my body really wants a break, but because it’s a Monday? There’s no way to do that.
So I typically stumble through my Mondays. I do what has to be done. Go to the store and get notebooks like E asked. (Donnie: Don’t forget the lemons!) Change out the laundry. Get dinner ready. Pack lunches. Do carpool. But beyond that? I have major troubles. Yesterday I was moody and depressed and just worn the hell out. And it occurred to me: This is my Case Of The Mondays now. And it’s an entirely different Case Of The Mondays than when I worked. Before? Stumbling into the 5-day workweek ahead. Now? Stumbling out of the 6.5-day workweek behind. (Allowing the .5-day break for my Case Of The Mondays.)
Is it just me? Am I the only one who actually has busier weekends than weekdays? Am I the only one that has somehow found a way to make Mondays suck worse now that I’m a SAHM? Or is this another thing all of us SAHMs suffer from but just don’t talk about because it kinda feels…lame. Because I feel kinda lame:
Oh! Mondays are so hard because I’m worn out from my job changing diapers and cooking dinner and the weekends are harder with the soccer games and the trips to the park! Mondays! EEK!
Yeah. LAME. But, still – TRUE. Yesterday was hard. I almost went to bed with a sink full of dishes I was so zapped. AND I NEVER DO THAT. I may leave some soaking overnight but that’s one of my things, I don’t leave dishes in the sink. They get washed and put out to dry, or they get put in the dishwasher. But last night? BAH. SO ZAPPED FROM THE WEEKEND.