Mondays

I think I am in the unique position of actually enjoying Mondays. There are two reasons for this. First, my weekends don't really look that much different from my weekdays. With the exception of Morgan being home, usually Saturdays and Sundays begin and end just as any other day of the week does. So I don't have that wild release and feeling of freedom on the weekends like the M-F 9 to 5-er's do. The second reason is because of Michelle (and Wyatt) and Christy (and Zack).

When I was pregnant with Conor my friend Niki suggested I join the hospital's new mom's group that meets on Thursdays. Its just a big group of women with babies all less than 6 months old who sit around and commiserate about breastfeeding and sleep training and all sort of baby related stuff. Its a really great place to go and just talk about your baby ESPECIALLY if your friends and family are super tired of you talking about baby, baby, baby, BABY!

Anyway, while at the mom's group I met Christy whose son Zack is a week older than Conor and Michelle whose son Wyatt is four days younger than Conor. And, while we started hanging out in a big group, over the last 2+ years we've whittled down to just the three of us and our standing Monday morning date.

Whether we play at our house or their houses or we go to the zoo or swimming or out to lunch, spending each Monday morning with these two wonderful women and their cute-as-can-be boys I cannot think of a better way to start my week.

We laugh with each other, commiserate with each other, and talk each other off various parenting ledges. We support one another when our boys are teething or hitting or on yet another food/bathing/shoe wearing strike. We give kisses and hugs and change diapers and share snacks and laugh, laugh, laugh.

But I think what is best of all is that we all know no matter what our kids do, we will still love and support each other. So even if Wyatt pushes Conor for touching his hair, or Conor hits Michelle for God-only-knows-why or Zack doesn't feel like sharing, it doesn't matter. The next Monday will come around and us three moms will be crawling the walls for adult conversation and we'll pack our bags and head off to see our friends. And come what may, there is no four people I would rather spend my Mondays with.