Mondays are evil of this I have no doubt cause on Mondays anything that can go wrong....will. Mondays Hate me and are plotting my demise I am sure on the day I meet my end will be a Monday too. Now you probably think I am making it up or exaggerating and Oh boy do I wish that was true.

Case in point when I got up this morning it was to the sound of the dog jumping at the window not too different then any other day except it was 5 am i had 2 more hours of sleep left to collect. T fell back to sleep and woke twenty minutes late not a long time just enough to throw the day out of sink.

As a result the boys got a quick no bubble bubble bath, their break fast was one sippy cup of instant breakfast for the devil and Stef had cold bagels eww I know but he likes it thank gods I got the little one dressed first and he went off to play or so I thought only to return in tears to tell me stinky bubby hit him. I didn't believe it Devils is the mean one not stef so any way I asked if stef hit him and he told me he didn't want devils looking at him naked to which i told him not to be silly Devils did not Care if he is naked to stop waisting time. Grumbling as only a wronged 7 yr old can he went int to his toy room to dress...I dont know why he dresses in there but he does.... Devils followed him nothing new there.....I took a drink of my beloved coffee only to hear the loud cry of ...HAHA
YOUR NAKED!!!!! And the scream of my oldest calling me to defend him *sighs* put down the beloved cup of coffee and chase the devil out of the toy room,

I wrestled the boys into the clothes coats, hats and gloves and just got the dog back outside he was bouncing to be let out. I kissed devils told him i would be back for him...it was too cold to bring him out and there is like 20 minutes between buses coming. I waved stef off feeling good I got to the front door only to find it locked!! (bus stop is right in front of house) I remembered the dog was in the back yard and the back door was open...thank gods I went in fenced yard fought back 50 pounds of happy muddy puppy and made it in the house.

Now up until now I gave him the bennifit of the doubt thought maybe I or my older son locked the door by accedent but as soon as I came in and looked at him ...the devil who BTW was on his way to the kitchen...to lock the door? maybe ...hell who am I kidding most likely he was. He stopped looked at me and said Ut oh.....EVIL EVIL!!!! KID!!!!! DEVON MACKENZIE!!!!! I bellowed which to he bowed his head then turned and ran ......he knew he was bad cuse he did say sworry mama but well the damange had been done by then

I got him to his bus his lip trembling eyes big blue pools of sadness but not a word did he say nope he climbed on and I left it at that . altho when he got home this after noon he did ask if dammie can have a hug *grins* how can I stay mad at him?

Oh yeh spent 4 hours cleaning folding and NOT done nope not clost grrr we have people coming to look at property the land lord is saling and if i am unlucky I know I am either 1 they wont show or will by and we have to move

What else can happen on monday? Heck I dont want to think about it on a safer day I might list a detailed list of past mishaps... maybe on a thurday....