I Love Mondays

Monday's are supposed to be the least looked forward to day of the week. Not for me - bring them on! I love Mondays. I finally get a chance to hear myself think after a very long weekend of six people either talking, fighting, or complaining pretty much non-stop. I love my family very much but everyone has a child exposure time limit. Mine used to be much longer. Maybe it's because I'm getting older or maybe it's because they are getting older but the fact remains that every day I wake up with the ideal that this is going to be a great day and by the time I go to bed I am wondering 'why me'??? I really try to keep that positive attitude going but when a whole day passes and you have accomplished nothing and then the kids start complaining about something totally asinine it starts to fade away. Ten arguements later it's gone completely and you are one of those kids complaining that 'it's not fair that I have to do the dishes either, but I do them because that's what families do'. I'm not so sure anymore. My family is nothing like what I thought a family would be like. Maybe I am way out in left field here, but I always pictured a family to be two parents who respected each other and would do things to help each other out not caring if it was a mom job or a dad job. They would make sure, even if they didn't agree all of the time, to let the kids know what the rules were and hope that by standing together the kids just might follow them. I thought I would have kids who at least try to be helpful and care about their brothers and sisters and want to do little things to make every one's life a little easier. Okay, I know, total fantasy, but my reality sucks, so I need to figure out a way to either accept the fact that my family is never going to be the 'not drive me nuts' type of family or do something to help them become the 'not going to drive me nuts' type of family. I believe that positive thoughts help to bring positive results but that is next to impossible when the negative out weighs the positive six to one. I'm going to keep looking for that silver lining and try not to let the whining and complaining bother me so much. Before I know it I will be blogging about how empty and quiet the house is and how I remember the laughter and good times like they were yesterday. The story of my life seems to be wait and see, but that's what I will have to do and hope that all of the waiting and seeing doesn't leave me wondering what if I hadn't waited?