Monthly Archives: September 2011
monday monday
Every other day
Every other day
Every other day
Of the week is fine, yeah.
But whenever Monday comes
But whenever Monday comes
You can find me crying
All of the time.
~ the mammas and the pappas
Many have sung or written about Monday blues.
Last week I heard the principal of my daughters’ school speak and she said they have just released a study on the success of children from families who get up loving Monday morning v.s. those who get up cursing it.
Ok I know Mondays have brain cobwebs that other days don’t have and the house looks like a bomb went off from the weekend and you overdid the fun and underdid the work all weekend (or the reverse and now you are bitter) but …
let’s face it
she makes an excellent point
what is not to love about a beginning?
filled with every possibility
every chance to re invent
try harder
do better
and live
Don’t just have a great Monday, friends, make it a great Monday.
It can be anything you want it to be.
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momma lion
Yesterday, I picked up my children on a street corner after my last art class and their annual physicals. We were on our way to the Film Festival- naughty on a school night especially on a day packed with too much.
As they neared the car, a woman approached them, not knowing momma lion was close by.
She was clearly telling them a sob story and asking them for money. My eldest said so sympathetically, “I am sorry, we are in a big hurry”
The woman’s face got angry and she exploded
” You fucking bitches. Thanks a lot.”
Like a big fat slap in the face with a stab to the heart chaser.
I could see what she was saying and pressed maniacally on my horn so I could chew her out . She walked abruptly away.
Kids got in the car. Rolled up windows. “Don’t worry about it, mom”.
I said, “No. Noone is going to speak to my chidren that way”
I pulled ahead to where she was now- finding her next victim. I rolled down the window and shouted to her
“Excuse me, EXC– USE ME-yes you- you can’t speak to my children that way. You asked them for money and then swore at them.”
Okay. Now I seemed like the crazy one. She looked at me like I was nuts. Nice act. The man who was reaching into his pocket thought I was from outer space (as he he did not hear the earlier exchange), my chldren’s cheeks were flush with embarassement.
I can look so normal and even peaceful.
And then
ROAR
don’t mess with my cubs.