I don't think there is any way you can walk normally through Mondays. Rush chaotically or zig zag defiantly ...but walking normally...As a mum it usually begins with your children screaming at you because they can't remember where they threw their PE kit on Friday and a frantic search for something to put in packed lunches. In a Children's Centre it begins with most of the families you work with having a crisis because they have had a whole weekend without one. And throughout the zig zagging of the day, you keep remembering all the things you forgot to do last week. It is always a relief when you reach the relative normality of tranquil Tuesday ( ever the optimist! )
One of my colleagues came in this morning mortified. Yesterday afternoon there was a knock on her front door. "Thank you," she heard her husband and young daughters say as they closed the door and came into the kitchen, arms full of tins and vegetables, harvest festival goods from their local church. Obviously it had been meant for the old couple who used to live there but the members of the congregation who delivered it were not deterred by the fact that a young father and his 2 daughters opened the door.
Great excitement when my boss's long awaited new hoover arrived at work this afternoon. She told her husband that he'd probably find her hoovering in her underwear when he got home from work. He replied:
"I don't care what you're wearing. Just do the hoovering!."
And maybe doing the hoovering in your underwear is about the most normal way this Monday can end!
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