I hate Wednesday....
Well, I should clarify; I hate Wednesday MORNING!
Every single Wednesday morning the kids and I are snoozing away when, BOOM, ear shattering noise in the form of lawnmowers and weed whackers and leaf blowers, oh my.
We are the only family in this cul-de-sac (cul-de-sacs bad, very, very bad) who mows their own lawn. The rest of them use the same mowing company and they come Wednesday mornings.
It started out innocently enough, they rolled on in around 7:30, which is early to me, but Jacob was usually awake by then and I was in that half awake kind of stupor trying to convince him it was still night and to go back to bed so I just dealt with it. As the years have rolled on (yes, this has been going on for about four years), the kind lawnmower dudes have started coming earlier and earlier and this morning pulled in at 6:38 and cranked it up a few extra decibels for us. As if it weren't bad enough to hear those roaring machines jolt you out of dreamland at the crack of dawn, they decided, hey, let's have an important conversation over the mowers runnings, soooo screaming mowers and screaming idiots out in the hazy sunrise started my day by awakening BOTH my kids WAY before they were ready and now I have a weeping one year old heap on the floor who cannot be consoled in any way and a grumpy five year old who is watching me with hands on hips ordering me to trace some Thomas picture RIGHT NOW. Uh huh, it's gonna be FUN here today!
As I said before, it is Wednesday (to clarify for the calendar challenged). This is the last Wednesday Jacob will be home all day as school starts next Wednesday. We will be going to story time at the library for the last time. I am so sad. Will I be able to hold it together? It's questionable. Do I feel like taking my children and finding the nearest state that doesn't require kindergarten attendance? Why, yes, yes I do. So we are at one week and counting. My chest hurts. The only thing that could make it better today would be an IHOP breakfast and a cruise through Target and maybe, dare I think, Goodwill. Let the day begin.....
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