Monday Panties are Always Dirty

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Ever have one of those clocks that didn't have a snooze button? It would go off, you'd slam it against the wall and then have to explain how your clock "malfunctioned". (Expressed with finger quotes as you explained to co-workers of course). How did our parents ever survive without the "big bump on the top of the clock"? I mean, they walked miles in the hail and snow, they only got paid $27 a week...but not having a snooze button? Torture at its cruelest!

Mondays are the days when we love our snooze button the most. Except for those that have to work Saturdays. Or those who have the night shift on the weekend. Ok, so maybe Mondays aren't so bad when you put it that way.

Kids look at Mondays so differently than adults do. My daughter rubbed her eyes as day broke today, sat up in bed and said, "Mommy, I love Mondays." She then proceeded to tell me how she was going to wear her "Monday panties". (You know, the ones kids have with the days of the week on them. Who thought of this insane gimmick? Whenever it's a certain day of the week, it never fails that the day you're looking for is in the dirty clothes!) Maybe I'd like Mondays better if I had a pair of Monday panties... Of course my daughter then began to cry because she couldn't find her "Monday panties". Maybe this is why people grow up not liking Mondays. The "Monday panties" could never be found. It's always the Mother's fault. Darn! Society IS right!

I think if adults could look at Mondays differently, things would be different. Of course if corporations would grant the "come into work at 11:00am" on Mondays, there might be less grumbling from the masses. Seriously...Why do Fridays get all the fun? After all, it's always "Casual Friday"... Fred, in accounting, gets to Hang 10 in his red and yellow (aka...ugly) Hawaiian shirt while reimbursing Tisha in her 80's spandex. Hopefully all takes place out of the fax room. Ever notice how "Casual Friday" is begging for a visit from Stacy London and Clinton Kelly? Just sayin...

So, snooze hitters of the world...unite! For today you have the freedom to pound and slam as you never have before. Whether you're a conservative Republican on the heels of McCain, or a "change seeker" (not pennies mind you) holding a free bumper sticker and screaming "Obama" at the top of your lungs, you have the choice. You, with that stuff that Mama called "sleep" in your eyes. You, with drool on your pillow and a left over migraine from red hot buffalo wings at the church get-to-gether. YOU have the choice! Rejoice!


*MEDICAL ADVISEMENT - After rejoicing and hitting the "modern marvel" sixteen million times, find those dirty "Monday Panties", get dressed and hurry your coffee-stained trousers to the office before you are LATE!!!!

(Welcome to another Monday.)

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The author of this blog does not take responsibility for writing and posting past the time that everyone is actually completed with the work day. Apparently her snooze button (and "Monday Panties") were no where to be found.

Decisions

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Last weekend, while visiting Grandma, we visited the pumpkin patch. It was Grandma's idea, and to-date she is still talking about the ordeal...

After a long day of shoe shopping and clearance rack hunting, we finally made it to the pumpkin patch. Madison's eyes were big and bright, and she could barely contain herself as we pulled into the lot. As I unbuckled the bucking bronco from her car seat I smiled at her excitement and asked, "Are you going to get a big pumpkin or a small one?"

"BIG!" Then she giggled.

I had visions of her carrying out a 26 pounder, and her black and white in the local newspaper - "Kid Scores Huge. Dad grasps wallet!". So I casually said, "Big is good, but small pumpkins are nice too."

Now if you don't know kids, they take things pretty literally. Madison is no exception. In fact, not only did she attempt to show me EVERY small pumpkin that her little hands could grasp, but because of my brilliant pumpkin comment she couldn't decide on the actual specimen she wanted to adopt.

First she ran to one side of the tent (yeah...in Florida we don't have true "patches") to show us a rather large bumpy (I'm still unsure if it was contagious) pumpkin, then she turned as ran down to the other end of the tent to fling a miniscual yellow squash like the nerf football it should have been...down to the other end to sit on the "pig pumpkin" and giggle whilst riding...then once more to contemplate the existence of gourds. (Is it just me or do those things look like ducks?...ok, just me...sorry.) The whole experience was as fast, and as furious, as a match at the U.S. Open.

Fast as in...she sure ran fast, but time seemed to stand still on the picking the "perfect pumpkin pal". Yes, Madison continued her pumpkin patch relay for 45-minutes. When the sky darkened and she spotted another child getting stickers as they checked out, only then did the thought pop into her head that she needed to make a final decision.

Needless to say, we took home 3 pumpkins that evening.

Grandma said that if she would have known the decision-making abilities of her grandaughter before-hand; she would have taken three pumpkins, put them in the backyard, thrown a stuck a sign in the ground and collected a dollar for the purchase.

I'm pretty sure if Daddy knew that was an option, he might have even set up a florida tent for the occasion.