Why?

Why is Monday so different from the rest of the week? I mean, it isn't really different. I wake them up at seven, they shower and eat, I toss a load of clothes into the washer. We start school by eight. It is always the same thing. Yet on Monday they always complain about it. Here it is, 8:20 am and I am already ready to scream.

Someone looked at someone else the wrong way. Someone breathed to heavy and it is distracting someone else. Someone broke the lead of their pencil and the sharpening of said pencil is distracting. They don't like this kind of math, they like the other kind better. Someone - God help us - is touching another paper with theirs. The amount of school related abuse these kids have to out up with is frightening. (If you could see me you would now see me rolling my eyes...)

Someone wake me up when it is Friday.