It all came to a head when I realized I'd forgotten my lunch.

Mondays are always a bit of a challenge around here. It's almost as if, over the weekend, everyone but me has forgotten the entire weekday routine. Or, indeed, that we have anywhere at all to be by a specific time. Still, this morning didn't start out too badly. I got up on time, did my workout, and discovered the scale needs batteries, or else has gone completely insane. Yes, I've been working pretty hard the last couple of weeks, but I'm pretty sure that if I actually weighed the 94.5 pounds it claimed the first time I stepped on, I'd probably be either dead, or a supermodel. Of course, then when I tried again, it said I'd gained 1.5 pounds from last week. Maybe I'll stick with the 94.5.

Then, another nice surprise. Right before I got in the shower, both kids were already awake, and ready to get on with the day. Excellent!

Breakfast, apparently, was the turning point. All of a sudden, kids were moving slow, my hair wouldn't cooperate, and before you know it, I was running down the stairs hollering at Cub to GET HER SHOES ON ALREADY, because we have to leave NOW!!!!!!!! Out into the rain and wind. Kid dropped off, Cub dropped off, heading for work, trying to figure out what do do with disobedient hair, further riled by the wind, and oops! No lunchbox. No book. Rats. Stupid Monday.

At this point, I knew I needed to go home, get my lunchbox, and get headed to work, although the temptation to just crawl back under the covers was very, very strong. On the way, a song from my childhood came on the radio, one that reminds me of Dad, since that's what he listened to when I was a child.

Okay, Monday, I guess you aren't so bad after all. Funny how one little thing can make or break a day.