It's Only Thursday if You Say So

Today I woke up to play catch-up. I was catching up to yesterday. Yesterday, Wednesday, was out of control and sucked out all my energy and left me in the dust. I went to sleep at ten o'clock, deciding that I would catch up on Wednesday on Thursday. Sometimes I make up rules like that.

When I woke up, I put on my favorite red hoodie. I wore the red hoodie on Wednesday, so I figured it would help me catch the rest of Wednesday, even though it wasn't Wednesday anymore. Plus, it's so comfy.

I checked on Christian, the mutant Morning Person, who usually wakes up earlier than all of us. He was still in bed. Apparently Wednesday wore him out too. I sat on his bed and jostled him and he begged to stay in bed and miss a day of school. I told him no, but not because I wanted to. I said no because that's what a responsible mom would say and on Wednesdays I pretend to be a responsible mom. Unlucky for him, I was still stuck in Wednesday. (Thursdays are a free-for-all.)

An hour later, I carried Max's sleeping body to the bathtub. Actually, he wasn't sleeping anymore, but he was tucked in the fetal position with one-and-a-half eyes closed. So I carried him around my belly to the bathtub and told him he could bathe with or without his clothes. He laughed. If it had actually been Thursday, I would have dropped him in the bath fully clothed, just for fun. It's a shame that it was still Wednesday; I would have liked to see that.

After the bath, I helped him dress. He didn't like the clothes I picked. He called them church clothes. I told him it was picture day and that he had to look nice. Then I blow-dried his hair until he looked like Zac Efron. I waved goodbye to him on the bus and then walked back into the house with my hands in my red hoodie pockets. Wednesday was laughing at me.

I wore my red hoodie and my sweats, which are actually my pajamas, for most of the day. I wore them to the school to write a check for the pictures. I wore them to a church meeting, and I wore them while I chased Wednesday seated at my kitchen island, my fingers typing so fast it sounded like a hailstorm. Who's laughing now, Wednesday? My single act of hygiene was to wipe the smeared mascara from under my eyes.

Then I wore my red hoodie and my sweats on a walk with Ryan. The sun was shining and we talked about health care and our silly kids for 2.2 miles. Ryan was wearing only a t-shirt and shorts because December thinks it is still October. Or maybe it is just catching up like me.

After the walk, I took off the red hoodie. It had worked so hard, it was damp with sweat. I tossed it in the hamper and stepped into the shower to start Thursday at two in the afternoon.