Mondays are kinda crazy.
It’s usually my laundry day.
All of the kids go to school but after school we have Cathechism (or Catholic education) for B. I also usually go grocery shopping on Mondays.
So, after dropping K off at school at 9, I head to the gym, come home, get cleaned up, have a bit of computer time, eat lunch, do laundry and then go shopping. Once the groceries are put away it’s time to go back and pick up K and then we have about 30 minutes before it is time to get the boys.
Then after they load up in the van we have about 45 minutes until church school. I bring snacks in the van and we head to church where there is a playground where the kids can play before and during B’s class.
Last Monday (a week ago) the little ones fell asleep on the way to the church…
(G rarely falls asleep anymore)
And I smiled like a Cheshire cat.
B is now old enough to get himself to class on his own (a.k.a. they do not MAKE you escort your 3rd-grader to class) so I shooshed him out of the van and high-tailed it to Starbucks.
I posted this pic on Instagram.
Except for K’s little snores, it’s like they weren’t even there.
And of course I’m glad they were. I am just really glad they were passed out.
That was a damn good Light Caramel Frappucino.
So, tell me, what would you have done if both of your little ones were passed out asleep?