Monday Marathons

There are certain days that are like marathons.   Mondays are usually days like that.  We do school work and then get in the car mid-afternoon and head to ballet lessons, grocery and errand lists in hand.  I pick up a couple of friends along the way and drop the whole gang of them at dance, and run errands for and hour and a half.  I then proceed back to the dance studio, pick them back up again and proceed to meet up with my husband to swap kids and head to our 2 different locations for our Monday night bible studies.  I then drink in bible study, jump back in the car, head home, and unpack the groceries. Within minutes later, the rest of the gang arrives home and comes tumbling through the door. 

Usually about this time I find myself totally spent.  There’s nothing left of me.  I'm so done I don't even want to speak.  I don’t want any more stimuli for this day.  The kids are usually wound up from the excitement of the day. Their volume seems to have escalated in the few hours that we have been apart.  It’s time to get them into bed but I don’t feel like I have enough energy to walk up the stairs and go through the bedtime "kiss and prayer routine".  They want me to pray, adjust their blankets... and I just can’t ... Mom is DONE, punched out of the motherhood time clock for the day.  I need to scoot in and scoot out before I do or say something I regret.  I need to escape to my room and close the door; a few hours rest and I will be brand new, ready to punch in again.