it’s monday…

Mondays usually start the same way for me.

I’m tired. Isabella is still NOT sleeping. We try to talk to her to find out what’s up, but, seriously folks, she’s 2. her answer is always the same "i no like to sleep anymore." and then she says that and i hug her and smile because she’s way too cute for words (also, one night this week we were in the car and she says, "it’s kind of dark outside" kind of. she’s 2. and she’s awesome. even if she doesn’t sleep. at all.)

I’m fat. I eat so well during the week. really, really well. and, as some of you know, i’m off candy until Wednesday. it was a Halloween experiment. i count calories. i do pilates. i try to use the treadmill when i have the time. but the weekends KILL me. i do things like eat Jack and Ilana’s chinese leftovers because a) my lunch was shitty and b) who can say no to chinese leftovers? on sunday mornings we go out, as a family, for breakfast. it’s one of my favorite things to do. but, of course, it’s not diet friendly. on sunday nights we go out to eat with our friends. and we drink. certainly not diet friendly. (and we aren’t even going to talk about what percentage of Josh’s birthday cake i singlehandedly forked straight into my gullet…because it’s not pretty)

(say hello to my double chin!!)

I’m swamped. it’s usually on Mondays where i come into work and some sort of tragedy has happened over the weekend. this week, i lost a read aloud book in grade 5 – due to a snooty little publishers whose name will remain nameless – and now i have to replace it. so, i will be reading reading reading for the next little while. and i’ll be spending my days and nights with my good friend Vaughan Public Library.

i’m caffeinated. Monday mornings start with a GIANT coffee.

i’m in research mode. my ideas all fester over the weekend and I get to work on making them happen. i am determined to get myself a wii before they are completely gone from the planet. I am determined to find us the perfect vacation spot (we are heavily thinking Saint Lucia). I am determined to find us the perfect house (no…since i know you’ll all ask, we aren’t moving. yet. we are just thinking about it. but i’m researching neighborhoods and prices etc. it’s a big job to think about). I am determined to get us the perfect vacuum. because y’all, our vacuum is TAPED together. i’m not even kidding. we got it as a gift, for our WEDDING, almost 10 years ago.

i’m excited. on mondays i meet Tova for coffee after work. and even though i see her the night before, and the night before that, and usually the night before that….it’s just a nice little break. no kids. no husbands. (now if only we could convince Ilana to join us….it would be perfection)

what about you? what are you mondays like???