Monday Monday....

Monday's around here are purgatory. It's where to do lists go to not get done. It's also a day of adjustment. My son, who has had mommy around all weekend and/or been drug halfway across the state, is usually in a foul mood. I don't set a lot of goals for monday. I just try to survive. Add in the fact that he has been getting up a 0400 lately, and you have a tired grumpy daddy. And a tired grumpy mommy, which means a grumpier daddy. Thankfully the month of hell seems to have ended. I refer to the last month, in which the ninja seems to have gotten every tooth he was supposed to get and then some. Eight teeth at the same time. Yippiy Ki Yih Yah!