T.G.I....??

The end of a stay at home mum's work week is a Sunday.
Quicker than you can say 'stop sticking your sister's fingers up the vacuum!', it's Monday morning and the whole shimbang starts all over again.
You make your morning coffee and set it aside as always to change nappies and serve babies first. "I made you guys french toast for breakfast today!" "French toast is yucky!I want grilled cheese!" ... One grilled cheese and lots of tension later and what do you get? "Not THIS cheese! The other cheese!" You put your coffee in the microwave and start the search party for that 'other' cheese.
You cleverly ditch pleas about wanting to watch their Wiggles DVD with a pre-planned Play-doh session. Turning around to see Izzy feeding Play-doh pie to Sofia, the Wiggles DVD is on and ready for distraction.
Meanwhile ... the microwave is beeping that your morning (now brunch) coffee has been re-heated. You take one sip and ...
"I want to wear my fairy dress!" "It's too cold for that today Izzy." "I'm not cold - see!" She strips down to prove her point. You go get her fairy dress.
Cautiously, you make your way back to that waiting coffee mug in the kitchen. There you see Sofia climbing the kitchen table and whisk her down just as she says her self-congratulatory "Tah-dah!"
A high pitch scream has you running back into the living room, baby in one arm. "What's wrong?!" "My blocks broken! They won't stick together and I can't make my castle!" You try helping your distraught 4 year old. "Mummy! You're getting it all wrong! That's not a big girl castle! That's a baby castle for babies! I'm a BIG GIRL!! You can't do it properly. Mummy needs a time out!"
Giving up, you leave them alone, and go cook lunch, nursing that coffee mug by the stove. "Mac and cheese for lunch today!" "But I want sausages!!!!" You throw the remainder of that coffee down the drain and head back to the freezer.
A quiet moment of colouring between you and your 4 year old, while baby takes her afternoon nap. "I don't want to grow up mummy." "Why?" "I like me just the way I am." "But you'll like who you'll become too." "But I don't know who's the me I'll be then."
.... "I can help you with that."
And THAT'S why we keep coming back to work every Monday.

I had to walk Isabel to school this morning (I don't drive and my husband has a bad back and decided very last minute that he's taking a drivers sabbatical). What started out as a typical morning freak out session of "Hurry up Izzy! Get your boots on! You're going to be late! Let's go! I said LET'S GO!!", turned out to be anything but.
I was so afraid that her little four year old legs attached to her still half asleep body, would get so tired during the 15 minute walk that I'd be pushing a screaming child through the school gates. Or worse, that I'd end up having to carry her, her bag and my morning burden (which weighs a tonne) all the way there. But as soon as Izzy found out we were walking, her face lit up. Her eyes woke up, her body straightened and her smile made it's first appearance of the day.
Before we even got to the end of the road, she was asking if we could do this everyday. I actually stopped to look at her, really look at her face, and take in how happy she looked. I haven't had (the time for) a pure moment like that in a while. And she was so darn proud of the fact that she walked all the way to school, 'just like the big girls', that she's made me want to walk that walk everyday.
Now, what's that they say about the mind being willing but the flesh being ....