My little girl doesn’t like Mondays. After a weekend full of daddy time, and undivided mommy attention, Monday just sucks – daddy cycles off to work and mommy’s eyes are glued to her writing tasks.
Poor Amelia… poor mommy.
Grumpy Mondays are composed of various antics aimed at drawing my attention away from my work. When Amelia’s look-at-me-mommy shrieks and now-mommy-now wails are ignored, my person becomes a jungle gym and my lap a springboard – it’s sort of hard to ignore the human chimp that is my daughter.
I politely tell my princess that ‘mommy needs to work and Amelia needs to play’ – usually once is enough but not on Mondays. My command-in-the-form-of-a-request is met with melodramatic gesticulations – the little hands go up to the face and with head on arm my sweet one drops to the floor in anguish as her life slowly but surely comes to an end.
A firm tone and lots of cuddles get my baby through the day. And then it’s Tuesday… and being the owner of working parents is not as terrible as yesterday.