Monday, Monday

It's a Monday all right. It's not all that bad, but I'm going to gripe just a little.

See, it's going just like the stereotypical Monday should. You have a really long list of things to get done, you're a little cranky from the weekend, the kids are a little off, the dogs got an attitude and well, frankly, it's January in Wisconsin.

Translation: It's dark, cold and snowing. Not my favorite. It takes me a large measure of extra motivation to get busy on anything, let alone anything that involves leaving my warm house.

The to-do list really isn't all that bad either, but it's a Monday list. You know the kind. All the left over things that didn't get done last week that you pushed into the weekend, but still didn't get done.

Can I just interject here the scene out my window? For your amusement, I present pizza delivery woman vs. snow plow. Both fully believe that they take precedence over the other. Both vehicles show evidence that the drivers will not back down from their position of supposed prominence over the other. Let's just leave it like this, I'm real glad I keep my car in the garage and not parked out on the circle.

Back to the regularly scheduled whine. I just have those last minute phone calls I meant to make weeks ago, that extra load of wash that I wasn't planning on, extra events to prepare for. Nothing in any way major, but nothing I can let slide any longer.

At least one of the extra events promises to be wonderful. We are having our high school group over for a night of sledding, fire works, food and games. What could possibly be better or more fun! Especially the fire works.

Fire works are something I love, and there is just nothing like seeing them in the dark of a winter night. It just seems so much better. So I'm spending my week looking forward to ending it with a bang.