Call me a freak, but I LOVE MONDAY MORNINGS!
After a weekend spent on windy touchlines, doing huge quantities of washing and stressing about homework, it is a pleasure to get up and go to work.
What makes it even more of a pleasure is that it’s the only morning of the week when I really do GET UP AND GO TO WORK. Do not pass go, do not collect £200, do not make three breakfasts and a load of packed lunches.
Monday is the one day of the week when my husband takes the kids to school. It his only involvement in school, apart from to occasionally complain about how often they have to go in fancy dress or the amount of homework they get. He thinks they put too much pressure on parents. Not sure how he would know. What with me doing all the work and that. Anyway, I digress.
So he takes the kids to school and also makes the breakfasts, makes the lunches, sorts out the clothes and the toothbrushes and clears up the kitchen.
Because for once I don’t have to do all of this, I reward myself with a Monday lie-in – 10 past 6, instead of 6 o’clock. I live dangerously, me. I also reward myself with setting off for work at 7.30 instead of 7.45. Well, I did.
To be honest, it’s all been slipping for a while. Over the last few months suddenly I have found myself making the breakfasts on Monday. And filling up the water bottles for school. And sorting out the toothbrushes. In short, doing most of the stuff I usually do on the other six days of the week. So the 7.30 departure time has slipped to 7.45, just as the 7.45 departure time on other days has slipped to 7.52 or 7.59.
Last night I discovered we had run out of bread. This is not an uncommon occurrence on a Sunday evening. When I say ‘run out’, I mean of of course that we have half a loaf of three days out of date, very stale bread. So somebody has to go and get some on a Monday morning ready for packed lunches. Someone who doesn’t much like getting the kids ready and is always up for any excuse to nip out of the house. Someone who isn’t me.
So at the time I intend to set off for work, my husband is going to the supermarket and I am, as ever, making breakfasts and clearing them away.
Did I say that I LOVED Mondays?!