April 12, 2010
Monday could quite possibly be my favorite day of the week.
For starters, it means everyone goes back to school and work.
And let's face it, as much as I love my family, and the DadGuy, by Sunday morning I'm ready to explode.
Saturdays start out with the usual chores... cleaning out the car, some yard work, maybe a few errands. Then the kids play outside.
You should know by now, that I'm not a helicopter type of parent. I send my kids outside, BY THEMSELVES, almost every day. I keep my windows open, and I can hear them, and that's good enough for me. We've gone over the very few rules I have, which are to stay on our street, and don't go in to anyone's house without asking me first. My kids know these rules, they abide by them, they are happy to go about their business.
But DadGuy, ooh boy. HE thinks that if the kids are outside, that one of US has to be outside.
Every Saturday afternoon, DadGuy stalks back into the house and says, "It's YOUR turn now." Then I refuse to go outside just to make a point.
(Point: THEY'RE FINE.)
Now, for those of you questioning my motives, you have to understand that
A) I live on a cul-de-sac
B) a FENCED IN cul-de-sac and
C) my neighborhood is tight.
We all know each other. We watch each other's kids. We take their garbage can out to the street if we saw that they forgot... It's an idyllic area to raise children.
DadGuy, however, is a worse-case-scenario kind of a person. (true story) I could give you example after example of this, but I'm not going to. It's just the way he functions. Whereas he thinks I'm wildly optimistic, and a dreamer.
Monday through Friday, this a winning combination.
Saturday and Sunday... not so much.
At any rate. I love Monday.
Love love love love LOVE it.