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Monday’s bad rap May 21, 2012

Filed under: Uncategorized — Kristi @ 2:49 pm

Monday is like a spelling test that your teacher has just passed out, and you haven’t had time yet to make any mistakes. It’s like a blank piece of art paper that you haven’t messed up. Monday is like the second after your teacher asks you a mental math question in front of the whole class–but you haven’t given the wrong answer. Yet. Any good thing can happen on a Monday! (from Ellray Jakes is NOT a chicken! by Sally Warner)

Finally, someone who feels the way I do about Mondays! I have always said that Monday is the best week day. (I’m not going to be crazy enough to try and pit it against a glorious weekend day–that wouldn’t be fair.) It’s full of possibility–this could be the best week of your life. When you get to Monday, you’ve had the whole weekend to rest and recreate, so you should be feeling pretty good. It’s like a mini-version of New Year’s Day, if you allow it to be. I’ve never understood why people seem to hate Mondays, to dread them and drag through them. To me, the hard week days are Wednesdays and Fridays–those are the days I always seem to get so tired, when the week is old and I haven’t had the rest that the weekend brings. Wednesday is like the middle of the spelling test, when you know you’ve gotten some words right and some wrong and there’s still time on the clock. Friday is like when you hand in the test, knowing it’s not perfect, hoping it’s good enough, sighing with relief and also fatigue. Both are good in their own way. But not as good as Monday.


By the way, I’ve had this quote in mind to write about for three weeks now but every time I forgot about it until at least Thursday! I couldn’t post about Mondays on Thursday, so I just skipped it. If you’re still reading this blog, despite my lack of regularity in writing, thank you! I promise I haven’t abandoned the blog, or you fantastic readers of it. I did have a baby a little over two weeks ago, though. And I’ll tell you this–nothing changes your life like having a child, except for having another one! It has rocked our world and just as soon as I get more than two hours of sleep in a stretch, I’ll be sure to write about it here. Thanks for reading. 🙂


Mother’s Day Quotes May 11, 2012

Filed under: Uncategorized — Kristi @ 11:38 pm
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Here are several quotes for Mother’s Day in one big dose. 🙂

For those of you who need a reminder that, bottle or breast, working or at home, cloth diapering or disposables, scheduling or not, mamas are all the same when you get right down to it: Mothers were the same all through the centuries…a great sisterhood of love and service…the remembered and the unremembered alike. (from Anne of Ingleside by L.M. Montgomery)

For those mothers who chose to love children that didn’t come from their own wombs, who do all the things a mommy does by choice and not by obligation: “Oh, dear. If you had a mommy, what would she do?”

“Oh, I’m sure she would hold me,” sobbed Choco.

“Like this?” asked Mrs. Bear. And she held Choco very tight. (from A Mother For Choco by Keiko Kasza)

Because our mamas have stood by us through all kinds of danger with no thought of desertion: “See,” said Hook in answer to Smee’s question, “that is a mother. What a lesson! The nest must have fallen into the water, but would the mother desert her eggs? No.” (from Peter Pan by J.M. Barrie)

 For the mothers of teenagers:
All three of Mrs. Weasley’s sons were taller than she was, but they cowered as her rage broke over them. (from Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets by J.K. Rowling)
For those who can’t remember who they were before they were mothers: My mom is da mom. She never had another life, like my dad, who was probably secretly a gung fu action hero spymaster assassin before he was a dad. She was always a mom—she was practically born that way—but that’s okay. She is really super-duper. She is not afraid of heights. She can climb a tree in two seconds flat and tear me—poor thing—from the grasp of the evil tree, just like that. (From Alvin Ho: Allergic To Girls, School, And Other Scary Things by Lenore Look)