Monday, July 25, 2011

Everyday Life: Monday is groaning

I could almost hear a collective groan resounding from my cramped bed early this morning when the boys and I peeled open our eyelids and found a a house that was void of the ever-popular daddy.

After having him at our every beck and call during our three-day weekend at the lake, this Monday after even a mini-vacation felt long, arduous and a little empty.

It felt especially so, this particular Monday morning, because not only was it void of daddy but it was also void of Buba, Grandma, Aunt Christy and a vast, sprakling lake nestled against fine Michigan sand, which just happened to be conveniently situated immediately outside of the cabin's front door.

And so I found myself trying to grant extra grace, extra patience, extra understanding for the long, sad faces that were bemoaning our return home after a too-short escape to the beach.

Because if I'm having trouble holding back my displeasure and I'm 28 years old with the ability to reign it all in, I can't even imagine how hard it is for preschoolers and toddlers, who wear their hearts on their sleeves, to put on their happy faces.

But it seems as though we've survived, seeing as it's 4:30 in the afternoon, and I'm not hiding in the bathroom, rocking back and forth on the floor mumbling something about wine and chocolate while the boys run amok through the hallways threatening mutiny on each other and me.

And we even managed a few smiles -- granted they were induced by things like a Starbucks run and morning at Vacation Bible School and Toy Story 3.

But I think that counts when it's Monday and everyone involved in Monday is sighing a collective post-vacation groan.

After this, though, can you blame them {us? me!} after three whole days and nights of this?