Monday.

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Every Monday I find myself wishing, praying, hoping that the day will zoom by (And I am not one to wish time away).  Since the end of my maternity leave, the close of a weekend has been hard.  Two whole days with my munchkin and then back to work for five days?  It will drive any momma mad.  

Then the day is over as quickly as it started and I am reunited with my babe.  I cherish those few hours we have at the end of the day.  I kiss her and hug her and squeeze her.  Against all her protesting, I cuddle her close; she is too busy rolling all over the place to want to sit still in my arms.  Then dinner must be made, bottles, pacifiers, and pump parts must be washed.  Baths are given, books are read, and jammies are put on.  We sing songs and then I nurse my babe into a state of drowsiness.  I miss her as soon as she falls asleep; though I would do anything to sleep myself.

The kitchen is cleaned, the dishes are put away, and the bags are prepared for our morning adventure.  Showers are taken, teeth are brushed, moisturizer is lathered, and one more peek into the crib is given.  I slowly and quickly fall into my bed.  My eyes begin to close as my head hits the pillow.  

How did I make it through this day?  I haven't a clue.  Thank you, God.  Let's do it again tomorrow.  

I am here to say that I am with you mommas.  My bones ache too as I lay in bed and contemplate hitting repeat, over and over again.  You can do it.  I can do it.  We can do it.  Then I remember that quote, and it is true.  I am not given anything I can't handle, and neither are you. 

But let's be real, this Monday thing, it's for the birds.

xx

Renata