Today is Monday

Disclaimer: To enjoy this post fully, listen to the song Today is Monday from the book by Eric Carle.  Here's the link:  Today is Monday.  You can just watch it long enough to get the gist of the song.  But it's so uber-adorable, you may catch yourself watching the whole thing.  

So . . . I like to run on schedules.

Not only do I like schedules -- they have become a necessity.

This whole schedule-thing started when I was pregnant with #3.  It took me that long to finally get it.  I feel like I have arrived.

My schedules have changed and adapted with the times.  That's important.

These days, it sounds something like this: (here is where the tune I mentioned above becomes important.  I took some liberties with the song, but you get the idea:

Today is Monday.
Today is Monday.
Monday, clean house.
All you messy children, come and clean it up.

Today is Tuesday.
Today is Tuesday.
Tuesday, grocery shopping.
All you hungry children, come and eat it up.

Today is Wednesday.
Today is Wednesday.
Wednesday, pay bills.
All you savvy children, come and add it up.

Today is Thursday.
Today is Thursday.
Thursday, wait a second, where did the day go?
All you tired children, come and work it up. (line by Blazer)

Today is Friday.
Today is Friday.
Friday, family night.
All you lonely children, come and watch a movie. (also by Blazer)

Today is Saturday.
Today is Saturday.
Saturday, soccer games.
All you playing children, come and kick it up.

Today is Sunday.
Today is Sunday.
Sunday, rest.
All you tired children, come and rest it up.


Now in reality, I have this pie-in-the-sky schedule that goes something like this:
Work in the morning (which counts for the schedule above too)
Afternoon: blog, exercise, centering prayer, go through the mail, read the paper, tidy the house, make meals, care for my children, laundry, go through emails and the pile on my desk, spend an hour on church stuff, attend various meetings, worship services and soccer/choir practices and then (this part relates to the above song) spend one+ hour(s) on the following:
Monday: clean house
Tuesday: grocery shop
Wednesday: pay bills
Thursday: caring day (send cards/letters)
Friday: spend one hour organizing an area of the house
Saturday: spend an hour on a project of choice
Sunday: rest

I had to move house cleaning to Monday, because my week always starts off with a bang.  I'd say I actually clean the house 98% of Mondays.  It goes downhill from there.
Grocery shop on Tuesdays 40% of the time
Pay bills on Wednesday 80% of the time
Caring Thursdays 20-25% of the time
Organizing Fridays: 10% of the time
Project Saturdays: 3% of the time
Rest?

That's a good one.



Anyway, today is Monday.  The house is clean.  (side note: a clean house is a super fabulous feeling for me -- since my mind reflects my surroundings)

And (as these types of things invariably happen on a Monday evening), Dash walks into Finley's bedroom as I'm reading her bedtime stories and tells me:

"I just stepped in dog poop outside.  Both feet."

Great.

Luckily I'll be cleaning again next Monday . . .