Monday All Day

Monday 5 A.M.  I wake to a crying baby, struggling all morning to address his upset manner, I walk on eggshells around the crabby ten year old who is an absolute pill in the mornings.  I make pancakes to sweeten the deal.  7 A.M.  I drop off the kids and call the doctor to schedule to see my son.  By 8 A.M.  I e-mailed my instructors letting them know I was not going to be in class due to my son's doctors appointment.  I wonder if I will make it to work on time by 11?  Ugh, it feels like Monday.