It's a Monday........

Yep, the title says it all.......
I worked 5 am til 2:30 pm yesterday----fairly normal shift, except I was onlky scheduled til 1, but a cashier was a no call/no show, so I stuck around until the closing mgr at least had someone on the floor to help with calls so he could be up front. No big deal, well yeah there was a big deal, not with me, but I already dealt with it so.....
So today, I set the alarm for about 6:30 am so I could get up and make sure the boys were well on their way to getting ready for school, but Chris walked in just before it went off and told me that by the way he had an orthodontist appt at 10:30. This was not good news, as I am working overnight tonight to reset some aisles and had planned to sleep until the kids got home from school at 4pm. So not believing it, I got up and found the appt card, and sure enough he was right. So I got a bath and did some laundry and bargained with the 5 yr old because she wanted to stay home with mommy. The deal is she stayed with me today but she has to go tomorrow so I can sleep after I get home around 7am.
So we did the orth thing and ran him back to school, then she and I went to WM and got a couple of necessities, like peanut butter (No, Mom, not Peter Pan!!), and then we came home and ate lunch and I tried to settle her so I could take a nap. Yeah, right. I did finally get a couple hrs sleep, but it wasn;'t good sleep, but it will have to do. I'm getting ready to put her butt to bed--she wanted to "read" after her bath so who am I to turn that down?
But the best part so far is that Chris twisted his ankle at the neighbors playing football. After he had stepped in a hole in my mom's yard yesterday with the same ankle. After we went through the 3 tortures when he broke his wrist a yr and a half ago playing football with his dad. I don;t honestly know if he is accident prone, going thru a stage, or just has that little tendency to get hurt somehow when playing. All I know is he is sitting on the couch with his ankle up and iced, and I really do not want to go have to pull his butt up off the shower floor. So he is going to take his bath in my bathroom, where there is a tub he can sit on the side of if he needs to. His bathroom just has a shower stall. I don;t think he is really swollen, but I have to go check again.
I love Monday's.

But then again if this is alll I have to gripe about (actually it's not--I'm getting ready to have it out with yet another teacher over not getting a response I can actually understand about a grade--she keeps sending her answer through Ben, and even he doesn't seem too sure about what he is talking about.) then I guess I don;t have too awful much to complain about today.