Monday. The day when it feels like every cracker crumb is stuck to the bottom of my slippers as I crunch across my kitchen floor. The day when school sneaks up and says, “Boo!”and scares me every time. The day when the contents of my fridge force my creativity to expand to un-natural proportions just to think of something with which to feed my tribe. The day when an extra cup of tea is in tall order. I honestly don’t dislike Mondays, mostly because there is nothing too drastically different about them than every other day in the week. I still cook, clean, change diapers, do laundry, make three meals, sweep dust bunnies, wipe mysterious stickies off the floor, play referee, and plop into bed exhausted. True, Monday follows our one and only guaranteed family day, which is always a bit of a letdown. I guess that is why my kitchen floor feels more crunchy than usual and school seems a bit harder than other days. Today Betty also seemed to turn a corner in her tiny growing-up life. She has a snotty nose and a sore throat, but there was more to her wee little crying fits than just all that. They definitely left me swirling a little bit. I’m bracing myself for a new year, new Betty.
I had a lot of girl time this weekend while Matthew took the boys rock-climbing among other things. It is rare that I catch all three playing so sweetly together. Nadine was pushing the littles in the clothes basket, which was just as exciting as any boardwalk ride, let me tell you!
Betty weighed in a whopping eighteen pounds at her one-year check-up. She loves to walk, assisted. Some of her new tricks include blowing kisses and giving away real-life, sloppy wet smooches on your cheeks. She climbs the stairs in a jiffy and then lays on her belly at the top and squawks for help to get back down again.
Speaking of sleep, this is my favorite part of Monday and every day. Sneaking into the kids’ bedrooms and watching the way sleep transforms their darling faces. Betty snores and is always in a different position. Sometimes on her tummy, sometimes her back, sometimes with her feet straight up in the air on the side of her pack n’ play. Elijah generally is sprawled out across his bed and can’t be woken up for anything. Just like his daddy. Jack is usually curled up into a tight ball, sometimes his entire body underneath the covers. Just like his mama. Nadine is almost never asleep before I go to bed, but when the rarity occurs, she is on her back, straight and tall, or half way under her covers and half-way on top of them. She’s somewhat haphazard when she sleeps. There is frequently something funny about how Elsie has fallen asleep. She doesn’t have any one special thing which she likes to sleep with every night. She almost always is asleep on her back, like a statue, sometimes hands folded across her chest. The other night, unbeknownst to me, she fell asleep holding a balloon she had received that day. It is pretty tricky taking pictures in a dark bedroom, but the flash didn’t even make her flinch.
This Monday Matthew got his third out of four infusions. He’s feeling so much better than three weeks ago, and next week we’ll see where he is in a bit more detail. When he got home from work, I was sitting on the dirty kitchen floor with Betty on my lap, banging spoons onto a metal bowl. He knew about my challenges of Monday. Then he handed me pure gold: my favoritest tea ever and German chocolate. Now there is a sweet way to end a Monday.