Whew! Mondays are always hard; tougher still when you have a squirmy 11 year old sleeping with you, who is a bed hog and who snores almost as loudly as his father. Note to myself: The snoring issue must be hereditary, remember to warn my son’s future wife someday to buy cases of earplugs. So, with approximately 6 hours of spotty snatched of sleep I am up and running; except not really running, because once again I have slept until 6:30 and do not have time to exercise.
I have work and Elijah starts summer band today, so I have to text in that I will be late for our weekly virtual staff meeting and off we go. Either I wrote down the location wrong or it was moved, because we could not locate the summer band rehearsal and had to drive around to several of our school buildings until we ended up at the elementary school where we probably should have started. Oh well.
I have started working from the dining room table instead of my office, partly because it’s cooler on the first floor and partly because I want to be nearer to Elijah as he plays, eats and works on his projects. Elijah and I decide to have tuna salad sandwiches for lunch and egg salad sandwiches for dinner; both of which my absent husband will not eat. Points for us.
We get groceries and finish our evening by playing Atari. My son annihilates me despite the fact that he was not born until 20 years after I owned my original Atari system.



