Monday breeds much discontent

Deja vu. Have you ever felt like you were Bill Murray and stuck in that quaint little town inside the movie Groundhog Day? Welcome to my life. The alarms on the clocks, the phones all ring and vibrate off the end tables in our bedroom and I feel as though the weekend went by in a flash and Monday is upon me. Our new cat, Jack, meowed at the top of his kitty lungs until I stumbled onto the tile floor and opened the door and acknowledged him. Bill Murray I am not, but I swear to you, it felt like last Monday am.
Our weekday mornings do happen with a bit of haste, both myself and my husband shuffle into our bathroom, doing all the morning preparations that a worker bee should do. Following all of that excitement, it's on to the upstairs of our home, to then attempt with waking the young son that slumbers away so peacefully...until we bring him to the semi-state of conciousness, to rise to higher academia that is his Kindergarten. My daughter is close to follow, rising to the tunes of the Australian group, The Wiggles. Boy, are they a good time. She jiggles side to side singing out "...Dorothy!" as one of us finds a 2T outfit that will make even the small bebes at the nursery say, Oooh la la, you fashionista! (Because you know that's what they say when they see her in her leopard print mary janes and her faux fur vest, I know, it sounds like a fashion victim, but in all reality, kids can get away with those types of outfits.) Eventually, we all make it to the front door, and then the silver Chevy ride that awaits in the circular drive. All the while, grabbing some milk for the daughter and throwing an "extra breakfast" at my son, who eats at school, but apparently is going through a growth spurt and simply needs himself a strawberry nutrigrain bar.
Upon my walking into work, like your typical worker drone, I make the pot o java, apply the M.A.C. makeup and let the good times roll. Thank God for coffee. I think it's my lifeblood, or like that new HBO Drama, TrueBlood. It causes me to move and that can be a productive moment or two, thankfully.
Friday night, yes, the husband did bring the kids to the wonderful world of McDonalds and chicken nugget o'teria began for both my daughter and son. God love him, I think he even purchased the caramel apples just so he could advise me that the "fruit group" was represented. I capped off the day o work-o with an evening at a wonderful seafood dive in the Fat City...second to java is a good meal, anything food related is the way to my heart. We met up with my friend's sister and her friend prior to going to a local bar. That was a good time, particularly when a not so fine, older lookin fella' stepped up to the mike and belted out the Police's, Roxanne. I truly think that was the highlight of my night out sans children. He was the ultimate hot mess. Because it was "Rock Star Friday," it allowed many who were having a good time, the opportunity to grab the stage and represent all that they were and possibly wanted to become in their youth...For this gentleman, his encore topped the night off with a cherry and whipped creme, Welcome To The Jungle. You're in the jungle baby, you're gonna die.