I actually don't despise Mondays. After weekends of breaking up wrestling matches and having whatever food I place in front of people rejected 3 times a day instead of the usual 2, I don't mind taking a breath. Also - I'll let you in on a little secret: I engineered a weekly activity for Mondays so I won't dread them - you know, all that awkward angry time with a toddler who misses the other people he can wail at so he focuses all his energy at you?
So you know how in a previous life, I got a masters in teaching the violin? And how I used to do that? But when we lived in Georgia and I had a WonderBaby, I tried it and I found that my skill set of teaching was incompatible with my skill set of mothering. I had to find sitters for her constantly, and when I taught in the evening, I'd lose track of time and have a frustrated husband. And then when we moved to Wisconsin and WonderGirl started going to school, I realized a private music teacher's hours coincided with the only time I could teach my own child. After school time is precious.
Buuut, I met a homeschool family who didn't mind lessons during the day, and had several sibs who could play with the Dude, and then later with Thing 3. It was kind of a winwin, but a tricky situation to find. I had already fielded multiple requests to teach here - including a private music school - I have no idea how they got my number. But with teaching violin to WG and piano her and the Dude, my afternoons are booked.
By a miracle or two, I made a friend here with a adorable little girl who home schools, and has a little brother around Thing 3's age. I agreed to teach her - as long as she let me go over to her place to do it, and give Thing 3 a playdate while I taught. WIN. There's no WHADDOIDO Monday slump, and since she's a mom and a friend, we can be flexible, say when Thing 3 vomits all over me Sunday night and I have to reschedule. No problemo.
So that's my Monday. Tuesday is another matter altogether...