...but I don't wish it were Sunday. That was NOT a fun day. Mondays are full of putting away laundry, trying to do the dishes, clean up after an active toddler...all while the aforementioned toddler follows me around and the adorable baby boy fusses because Mommy isn't paying attention to him at that moment. And I still need to figure out what to have for dinner tonight.
I do not like Mondays. They mean the weekend is over and the whole week looms before me. Mondays mean that Jeff is back to work, and I am on my own again, trying to muddle my way through being the mom to two in two years. Most days, I don't feel like I'm doing a very good job. The toddler is whiny and clingy and doesn't listen. The baby is clingy and fussy and just wants to be held.
And this week is full of extra cleaning to prepare for Bella's birthday party on Saturday. It's hard to believe she will be two. She's still my baby. I'm excited for our friends and family to come celebrate with us, though. We're probably not going to do another big party for her for another few years, so it will be nice to have everyone here. As much as I panic and run around like a lunatic, I love having people over to celebrate things.
Here's hoping for a good week
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