I like Monday mornings. I’m not being sarcastic. Mondays are my “get it done/ bang it out” days… laundry, grocery shopping, a fast workout, appointments. I figure I’ll have one long, crappy day that is filled with as many of the sucky chores as I can cram in. Then, later in the week I can do the fun stuff… bake, visit with a friend, watch a Kevin Smith movie marathon, nap, maybe post a blog or two.
Sheepdog always calls me to chat on Mondays and I’m all like, “Why do you keep calling me… I’m BUSY!” Plus, we just spent the whole weekend together. What the hell else could we have to talk about? I like doing stuff together on the weekends, with the kids or without, but the OCD in me really likes it when Monday morning rolls around and Sheepdog has pedaled his way down the street and the kids are all out the door and I can get down to brass tacks with my To-Do list. I’m always slow to start on Mondays, but once I get going, I am a machine.
Early this morning Kid D and Kid E had crawled into bed with me to cuddle. We still had a half an hour before we needed to start the day so I was still trying to actually sleep, but the boys were having none of that. Kid E was perfecting his explosion sound effects (his latest hobby) and Kid D was having a full-on, all-parties-have-to-participate conversation.
“How was your sleep, Mom?”
“What does that even mean? Are you hungry, or still sleeping? It is supposed to rain today. 80 percent chance, according to The Weather Channel. My game will probably be canceled. We are supposed to play the Nationals again. They are really, really good. We have had, like, 5 games with the Nationals get rescheduled because of bad weather already this season. I don’t know how we’re going to make them all up. Dad and I had a really great practice yesterday. I was working on my hitting and he kept yelling at me and throwing things at me so I would be distracted. But I did a good job staying focused. Did you hear that new song by Muse yet? I heard it on the radio and I really like it. Are you going to buy it on iTunes? You should and then I can download it. Can you do that for me? Can you do it today, so you don’t forget? What else are you doing today?”
“Shhhhblammm!” goes Kid E.
I slowly and reluctantly began to wake up. And I remembered that it was “bang it out” day and I had an appointment on my schedule first thing this morning. So, without much thought, I answered the chatty kid.
“I have a doctor’s appointment early this morning.”
“What for?” Of course.
“Well, it is just an annual exam.”
“Exam of what?” Nosy bastard. I’m still tired and I have a lot to do today and I’m not in the mood to play 20 Questions. I’m just going to give it to him straight.
“Technically, it is of my boobies.” That’ll shut him up, if only because he’ll be giggling for the next ten minutes.
“Shhhblammm! Shhhblammm! Shhhblammm!” goes Kid E again, and then he chimes in, “What about your boobies?” He joins his brother in fits of laughter.
“All right, gentlemen. That’s enough. I am going to the doctor to have them make sure that my boobies are healthy. It is something that every woman should do every year. Eat right, exercise and get your girl parts and boobies checked.”
“Are they checking your boobies for milk?” Smartass.
“No, Mr. Smartypants. These boobies no longer make milk.”
Kid E goes back to sound effect production, but Kid D is contemplative. I can tell his mind is back to working overtime. And then he cracks a smile as he turns to inform his little brother.
“Oh, I get it. They’re checking to make sure that her milk hasn’t turned into cheese!”
Wish me luck for tomorrow…