3 Reasons Why Mondays Suck

I hate Mondays. I know – that's a strong statement to make, but that's most often the way I feel. They seem like they should be such a nice day, a new start to a new week. But to me, they just feel disastrous. Here are the Top 3 Reasons I Hate Mondays:
1. Time to become Super Mom for extra kids.

Being a mom has its own challenges. You are supposed to be super human to care for your flesh and blood. Come Mondays, my super powers must increase as I care for other people's children running an in-home daycare. Though I do appreciate the advantages of this business, mainly that I can stay home with my girls, having to be everything to everyone to an increased number of “needlings” (those constantly in need) wears me down. Plus, I gotta be honest. Dealing with attitude from my own kids is a pain in the rear. Dealing with attitude from someone else's three-year-old… oh, that's a whole new ball game!

2. Time to ramp up the extracurricular activities.

My five-year-old daughter loves her tumbling class. For one hour a week, she's a cartwheeling, handstanding fool, and SHE LOVES IT! I sure do wish this class could be on some other night, though! I am already revved up and worn down from the day's stressers, but now it's time to cram dinner in our mouths, rush into gym clothes, quick run to the bank or the store, and get to class on time. Meanwhile, child two has decided this is the day that she does not like to take a nap. Now, I have to try to control her wild antics while enthusiastically supporting my older child who now is starting to act like a zombie because she TOO needed a nap but refused to have one since she is five…

3. Time for isolation.

I am an extrovert. I love interacting with people and doing new things. That's why the weekends are great for me. We usually have a family outing one day and church with friends on the other. It's great to grow spiritually, mentally and socially. However, Mondays roll around, and I am once again a captive in my home with four children under the age of six. I long, during these times, to hear the chime of my phone telling me I have a text, to know that someone old enough to have a phone cares that I am alive!

I know that I need to have a new perspective on things. I need to see the brighter side and embrace the day. And I will, I promise. On Tuesday!

What makes it to your top reasons why you hate Mondays? Got any tips for me?