Oh, Monday

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Oh, Monday.

You are here again. You mark an end and a beginning. Another weekend gone – time with Nic and the kids at home, time spent working on the house, a couple days of sleeping in a bit later. A new week beginning, with the next weekend feeling off in the distant future.

You are a day to recoup, to catch up on the dishes that didn’t get done all weekend, to reorganize my mind for the week ahead. Sometimes I like you, but sometimes I really do not.

I usually don’t want to let go of the weekend. The days of family time -whether it’s working or visiting side by side- is still quality time. Although my main job doesn’t give me the weekend off (the kids sure follow me wherever I go!), weekends are for taking a bit of a breather. For giving myself permission to relax and find something fun to do with the kids.

But Monday means back to business. It means early morning wake up in order to meet that yellow school bus. It means Nic is out of bed before me, off to fight traffic on his way to the jobsite. And me? Well, today is one of those days; I would love to let the weekend linger just a little bit longer. I’m not ready to meet this week head on just yet.

I’m avoiding the kitchen (sink piled high with dishes), the bathroom (diapers need to be taken out in a bad way), the laundry room (let’s not even talk about the laundry piles). Today I am giving myself permission to ignore it a little bit longer. I will drink my coffee while it’s still warm and stay cozy on this chair with my pen and paper. I will enjoy some Rosie snuggles before Gus wakes up.

Because guess what? That work isn’t going anywhere. And neither am I.