Case of the Mondays

I don't like Mondays. Not only do they represent the 1st of 5 weekdays in a row (therefore, represent totally not appropriate term here), but Mondays are the busiest for me. I always have "duty" on Mondays, which means I have to watch the kids during the milk break (which is half an hour long), and then during lunch (another half hour). Now that it's basketball season, I always have basketball practice afterward, and I especially get stressed out when we have practices at the high school, because that only means I have to use my newly trained self to drive a mini-bus full of dependent, trusting female individuals. Little do they know that I am still at the place where I am freaking out inside, thinking I'm going to kill them all by accident. That, or make a fool of myself backing the thing back into a parking spot. Oy.

Every Monday I have a meeting and I do grocery shopping as well because my meeting is near the grocery store; it just makes sense. AND on top of that my masters class is Tuesdays, so I usually find myself rushing to get a paper on special ed law done, or reading the law in preparation for class. 

Today there has been a special beginning to my week. And at 6 in the morning, no less.  You see, my desire for using hugs and high fives for currency only quadrupled when on my desk, I noticed laying ever so gently but deceivingly hatefully, a piece of paper from Electric Insurance. It was a sheet asking for my signature confirming my new car insurance policy. In other words, I still do not have car insurance and need some. In other words, I will have to pay out of my pocket for backing into my neighbor's car in our parking lot last week because she parked unusually and I couldn't see out my back window because of the frost.

And the week has officially begun. Lord be with me this week. Oy indeed.