TGIFM – Thank God It’s Fucking Monday

Friend: “Jen, TGIM.”

Me: “TGIM?”

Friend: “Thank God It’s Monday!”

Me: “Omg that is how I literally feel all weekend, every weekend. Well most weekends…”

Friend: “So then it’s more like TGIFM!”

Me: “Yes! Thank God Its Fucking Monday! I’m definitely going to blog about this.”

Before kids, Friday couldn’t come soon enough. Do you remember when you thought Friday was right around the corner and then realized, “Fuck, it’s only Tuesday!” The worst. I sometimes get envious when I see childless friends post funny TGIF memes on their Instagram and Facebook feeds. Because as a stay at home mom, Friday just means it’s one day closer to two whole days of my little one being home all day long and I have to make an effort to keep him busy all day long. And you all know the formula–the longer the child is home equals the more meltdowns to be had.

My husband probably still looks forward to Friday because he gets to be home for two days without the responsibilities and hassles of work, but ugh now I have to keep him busy too! And if we don’t have activities (which let’s be honest, if I don’t schedule them, there will be no activities), then we all feel bored and get on each other’s nerves and the weekend goes by even slower.

For me, Mondays are the new Fridays. Before kids, when I was a working woman (I am in no way implying here that being a mom is not a full-time job), I used to loathe Sundays. Just knowing that the weekend was almost over prevented me from truly enjoying that last day of freedom. I usually spent the day doing all the things I put off doing all weekend–laundry, food shopping, making my bed. At some point on Sunday I would also have to make lunch for the next day, again reminding me of the impending doom that was Monday at work. Now on Sundays, the laundry is already done, food shopping is one of our planned activities, and making lunch means my child is off to school the following day! Halle-FREAKING-lujah!

The anxiety of having to show up at work for another five days usually set in every Sunday around 6 pm. Now on Sundays at 6 pm, I’m cheering in my head, “90 minutes until bed time! When he wakes up it will be Monday again!”

Mondays mean routine. And if you know me, you know I love being in my routine. It means my son gets dropped off at preschool for the day and I have all day to myself–I get to do whatever I want–just like it used to be before kids when I woke up on Saturday morning. I can go to yoga. I can go back to sleep. I can write. I can meet a friend for lunch. I can take care of any outstanding errands. I don’t have to nag my husband for sitting on the couch when stuff clearly needs to be done around the house. I don’t have to worry about other people’s schedules and needs for a whole five hours! I can prep dinner. Just kidding! We all know I don’t prep dinner.

Do you all feel like this too? I know it can’t just be me. I’ve seen the memes such as the one above of parents jumping for joy when their kids go back to school after summer and holiday breaks, which are most likely on Mondays.

And on this particular Monday, I want to scream, “Fuck yeah!” because winter break is over and my son is back at school! The first day or two of my son being home with me was cute. We did a few crafts. We went to the car wash (which he loves), the JCC, and had a Paw Patrol marathon. I loved seeing his excitement about lighting the candles for Hanukkah. It’s okay buddy, I know your real excitement came from opening a new toy each night. And then that familiar feeling (the one that used to come every Sunday before the work week) started to set in when I realized there were six more days of this and cute would no longer be the word I use to describe winter break.

So as this blog posts and I am on my way to drop my son off at preschool, I shout, “THANK GOD IT’S FUCKING MONDAY!” And thank you to my fabulous camp friend for giving this feeling a proper title. And also to all the parents on their way to school drop off today who are shouting with me!

 

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