Any songs about Wednesdays?

Sometimes, like today, I'd like to try normal on.  I know it wouldn't fit but I like to think about it.  Like having a circadian rhythm. A daily routine. Meals planned.  Knowing who sleeps under my roof and where each night. Respecting the rules.
I'm responsible for Presley this school year. After a long, sleepless night, we got up with 15 minutes  til the tardy bell.  I tried.  She cried. The angel on my shoulder whispered, "What the heck?"  Well, a little stronger version of that sentiment.  Anyway. Since we're gonna be tardy, does it matter how tardy?  Let's just breathe some real deep peace and consider what matters most. Soooo, I filled a deep bathtub with warm bubbly water worthy of my baby mermaid.  School clothes off, merbaby in. When she was ready, I washed her hair followed by 6 slow cups of clean rinse water.  That's how old she is and seems to be a soothing number. I chose two soft, pink towels and when she was ready I cradled her in them and carried her long legged body to my bed.  Merbaby request.  The transition from warm water to cold air is always a trip. What would you like for breakfast little princess?  French toast.  With powder sugar or maple syrup? Both. I'll cook if you'll comb out your own hair.  Deal.  She watched Ninja Turtles with Jackie Boy while I set a pretty colorful table complete with the coolest fork/knife/spoon all-in-ones I just bought (made in Sweden of course). Dressed, fed and untangled, we did the homework. Everyday the same. Two pages of math equations on a green sheet of paper.  I want to gag but I'm supposed to be a model, I remember. Finished. Backpack ready. Uh, Grammy, it's my friends birthday today and I need to take her something. Sure. Out with some orange cardstock for a season appropriate birthday card. Go.  I only helped with a correction to her phonetic attempt to spell Sidney. Happy, we got in the car.  I walked her shiny, smiley self to the office.  Almost 2 hours tardy.  I told the lady Pres was a little sick this morning.  Then I whispered, "Actually, it's a little first loose tooth trauma".  Not a lie. She took her little paper pass and marched to class.  I cried a little on the way to my car.  No one understands what matters most.  Just wait.  Everything in it's time.  A long night and a rough morning can be fixed. She' only 6 and her life needs to be soothed. I can do that.  I'm not normal.