By Friday afternoon all the Monday go-hung-ness and ambition I have is completely wiped out and I struggle to keep up with the kids, the laundry, the house, the everything.
My shoulders are tense, my hips are sore and my head is normally pounding.
It's a very physical reaction and a testament as to how much I need and depend on my husband to be the great father that he is.
I need a break so bad. Like, a complete weekend by myself kind of break.
I told my husband that I'd like to rent a nice hotel room, buy lots of chocolate, wine, cheese and Ruffles Wavy Ranch chips and veg out and watch reality TV - all by myself. He didn't get it but then again, men often don't.
This too shall pass.