Monday Buttons

We are all tired today. When the big kids were little and we did a lot less running, I used to plan my easiest meal for Monday nights. I knew the ducks would come home cranky and need more of my attention than a normal weeknight. Now, I have to plan our easy meals for swimming/basketball/girlscouts/gymnastics/soccer (etc.) so I don't have that luxury. But Mondays are still hard.

Before we were even in the car, Grace & Sam were bickering. "Mo-o-om. He's pushing my buttons,"Grace whined. "What buttons?" Sam asked innocently, pushing it again (I honestly don't even know what it was about). "Mooooooooooom" (question--why, when kids are mad at each other, do they yell at Mom? And, consequently, how come when Dad says no, Mom has to deal with the fall out?)

Here is how I know they are tired:
Grace gets weepy.
Sam gets mean.
Claire gets clingy.
Lucy gets lean. (sorry, it was turning into a nursery rhyme). Actually, Lucy gets bossy and demanding.

Come to think of it, they all act a little bit like ME when I'm tired. How many hours til bedtime?