The kids didn't have school today...it was Parent Teacher conference day.  When I got on the computer this evening, I saw what Rebecca had been working on some time during the day:

I've never seen a spreadsheet so well laid out!

It's been a long Zachary week...he has been especially two for the past few days.  Patrick is worn out, but maintaining his sense of humor to get through it:

Zachary (out of the blue): "I'm not a monster."

Patrick (to me): "How does he know what I am thinking?"

And that's how we get from one two-year-old day to the next.

I don't like Mondays.  If I allowed myself to hate things, I would hate Mondays, but I really try to stay away from that emotion to keep my soul joyful.  Anyway, back to Mondays...I don't like them.  They are the most stressful day of my work week.  Everything was due five minutes ago, everyone wants to know why something happened last week, and why I couldn't predict it.  While I have made the argument that neither "fortune teller" nor "oujia board expert" were on my resume, there are still some things, based on trends and mathematical principles, that I am supposed to stay ahead of - most of which I do (not to toot my own horn: toot, toot), but I am not always exactly right because like I said, I can not exactly predict the future.  And while I would love (please note sarcasm) to call each one of our ba-jillion customers every day and find out the exact number of packages, letters, etc. that they are loading into our package cars, I just don't have the time.  It's non-stop, high-stress, and non-rewarding.  Please don't get me wrong...I love a challenge, and I love hard work.  But this is ludicrous!  I'll take a brain stumper or a data puzzle any day, but I could really do without Mondays.  And the worst part of it all, is that I end up letting (usually only briefly) Mondays kill my Sunday high.  I don't stay in a rut, and I'm not even mean (although I really wanted to be when GS called me every five minutes to ask me when he would have his presentation...in a lot less time IF MY PHONE WOULD STOP RINGING!!!!), but I lose the pop in my step for a few hours every Monday.

OK, I'm done.  I know everyone has a Monday (sometimes it's Tuesday or even Thursday) and I need to get over it.  It happens every week, so I need to deal.  Tomorrow is a new day, and it's Tuesday so all should be good again.  And if you find yourself with some extra prayer time this week, or especially next Sunday, please pray for a peaceful Monday for me, drenched with my Sunday high!