I have been cleaning the house with vigor, planning special projects with the twins and feeing optimistic about everything I'll get done this week. It must be Monday.
By Tuesday, I'll be trying to maintain the progress I made on Monday.
By Wednesday, I'll be feeling good about my efforts and feel like I deserve a break.
By Thursday, I'll be tired and my good habits will have been replaced by lethargy.
By Friday, I'll be looking forward to having an extra set of hands to help out over the weekend.
By Saturday, I'll be overwhelmed while looking at our impossible "to do" list next to the impossible laundry pile and dirty dishes.
By Sunday, chaos will reign supreme and I'll be trying to catch up with everything that didn't get done the day before.
And then will come another sweet Monday. Monday is the day that I am queen. Josh has gone back to work, meaning that there is only one set of opinions regarding when to do chores, how much Wii time the boys are allowed, how to handle discipline and what constitutes a "meal." My word reigns supreme and I am once again in control of the household.