i hate tuesdays

seems mondays i'm living off the zen of the weekend and i'm organized, thoughtful, house is stacked with groceries, clean laundry and vacuumed - by tuesday its pandomonium.  today i:  spilt a bottle of black nail polish after wasting nearly an hour trying to paint my nails, i spent another hour cleaning up the mess, had a pounding headache by 2 pm, took lux and her friend to ballet, brought huxley home screaming in the car at me the whole way (i had too bad of a headache to register what he was screaming, he cried ALOT today ALOT), came home put him in the bath which usually calms him down (it did), got him out the door to do a school dinner at varlamos, banged up my car and another car and outloud blamed geoff and swore loudly all in front of huxley who was coincidentally crying again (i'm still not sure what about - something he wanted today that i seemed to miss entirely), missed book club because both my kids were mental and tired, my foot throbbed all day and its 8 pm and breakfast stuff is STILL out, still.  i'm not sure if i showered today or yesterday.

other things - took h to music class he announced "hi everybody" loudly and with vigor after we arrived late, he was happy and sat in the teacher's lap and hugged her, thanked everyone for coming, including the teacher and then we left.  picked up lux and her friend from school - she recited an episode of Ellen to her friend (when the hell does she watch Ellen), loudly sang Taylor Swift with Huxley, loudly and with vigor - spouted off all the reasons Adele is so awesome and i can't think of anything now of what she said, except that she said "she is ridiculously talented" (did she get that from Ellen).  Later in the day, i left huxley in the bath to run to my bedroom only to hear a thunk and 2 sec later there he was in my bedroom wrapped roughly in a pink towel NOT crying saying "hi mom so nice to see you". 

i hate tuesdays, every god damned tuesday is the same - i'm a mess, the house is a mess the kids seem to be a mess, geoff works late and it always seems to rain which adds to the stress of running them to and fro.

by wed things are better, we seem to get over that hump of far away from the weekend and close enough to the next one - although i remind myself that really everyday is a weekend for me - and thats quite a nice thought isn't it, tomorrow just another bloody weekend.

kisses -