More Out of Monday with Madeline♥
I’m Madeline – a healthfully humorous, radically ridiculous, momentarily messy broad here to give you a flicker of joy on the (in most cases) worst day of the week.
Monday is like…
…finally getting flowers from your significant other and your allergic to them.
Have you ever been so busy that you forgot your own children’s names? You attempt to call one of them and what comes out of your mouth is a stuttered combination of your other child’s name (or the pet’s), your grocery list, and the title of the novel you wish you had time to read. Your flesh and blood offspring looks at you like you’ve lost your mind; like you should be drooling into a bowl at the nursing home – not good for mom diplomacy with the teen. Arrg!
The other area of failure when I get overworked is the condition of the homestead. Everyone else tries religiously to convince me that they’re doing their chores, but then when I’m not able to be there much, why does it look like a crack house (not that I’ve ever been in one); I watch a lot of cop dramas on TV. I mean, COME ON! Can someone just help? The reoccurring nightmare about child services coming and taking them away for an unfit environment has really got to stop!
I feel like I’m always one holiday behind. I have a moldy, shrunken head of a jack-o-lantern and wilted mums on my porch at Thanksgiving when the Joneses have their Christmas lights neatly applied to every eave of their perfect house. If our holiday decor gets up by December 15th, I’m doing pretty good. We won’t talk about when it actually gets put away. To save time last year, I put the tree (fully decorated) into a tall closet for safe keeping. Sure, you laugh now; just wait until you are sorting out all of those branches, untwisting lights, and cleaning up after the mess. Who’s the smart one then? Happy Holidays!
Madeline’s photo by Gothicjade
