Why Sunday needs 26 hours.

I don't sleep in. I never have, and on the few occasions I am not up by 7 am (maybe because one of us was sick, or we stayed up past 9:15 pm the night before), I spend my time stressing and fretting that I just won't get enough done. Laundry, house cleaning, a trip to Kroger, or maybe some fun event that I try to squeeze in every fourth month...there just isn't time to get ready for the week.

Sundays are not really part of the weekend for me. Well, half of Sunday is. The other half? It is Pre-Monday all the way. I cook for the week, I select outfits, make lists of the crap that I have to get done that week, and somehow, I even manage to look at the work calendar and hope I have what I need for that first appointment Monday Morning.  Unlike other people, I nearly welcome Monday am, as I know once it hits, it is a fast paced train wreck that I can't get out from under until Friday about 5 pm.

My child (sitting in the first 'pew' of the courtroom) asks, "but what did he do?" when the magistrate told the defendant the potential sentencing of a relatively minor drug charge.  "He used illegal drugs, got caught, and now has to own up to it", I replied.  "Why would he do that if it was illegal?"  LOL.  The million dollar question from the mouth of babes.  Let's talk again when you are 15 or 16 my young son.