I know that nobody out there likes the end of the weekend, the beginning of another week… but I really can’t figure out why I care one way or the other.
I stay at home, so no job to get up early for. I homeschool my kids, so no rushing to make the bus. Our weekends are often hectic and exhausting, so Monday is often a nice day to sleep in. So what’s the big deal?
I think it’s all about bad attitude. At least for me.
I lay in bed too long, wishing it was still the weekend. I drag my feet getting the kids up and going on their schoolwork, which then forces us to rush to our 12:15 Tae Kwon Do class. Lunch is late and usually something terribly unhealthy (and easy). Again we rush, trying to make our 3:00 piano lessons and from there it’s time for me to get started on dinner. All the while the laundry is going (hopefully!!!) and my husband comes home from work just long enough to eat and then head out to a meeting.
And just a minute ago, the toilet overflowed.
It’s a weekly frustration (even the toilet… though that’s not confined to Mondays) but I can’t seem to change the pattern. By Monday evening my bad attitude has given way to weariness, grumpiness and irritability.
I’m still looking for the answer. But for this week, Monday is almost over 😄