Mondays get a bad rap. Everyone hates them. But why? Mondays should be looked upon as a new beginning, a fresh start. A new week has begun! Let’s make the most of it!
Yeah — I don’t buy into that feel-good attitude either. At least not today.
This Monday has been off to a bad start. I woke up with an extra body in bed, not to mention the stuffed bunny that came with her, so I was crammed to the edge (read The Family Bed is Not for Us). I have to carefully get out of bed to ensure I don’t step on the 4-pound dog who follows me everywhere. When I arrived in the living room, I found my Curly Girlie on the computer explaining that she has been awake since 3:15 AM and couldn’t get back to sleep. I opened the front door to let the dog out only to find a critter (cat or raccoon, at this point it didn’t matter) fleeing from our overturned garbage cans and garbage strewn across the lawn.
Great. Wonderful. Just what I wanted. (Read with deep sarcasm.)
I grumbled as I walked back to the bedroom to get dressed (hmmm…what is the proper attire to wear while picking up garbage?), hoping to get back outside before the trash truck arrived. As I up-righted the trash cans I reminded myself that it could have been worse. At least it wasn’t raining. Or snowing. Or during a tsunami.
The trash truck could be heard around the block as I finished schlepping the last dregs of crap into the cans. (Yes, literally crap. I found some dog doo-doo to add to the collection.) Bathroom trash, old school papers, used paper plates, rubbery baby carrots — all back where they belonged. Do you know how difficult it is to pick old mashed potatoes out of grass?
Even though I used a plastic grocery bag I found as a makeshift glove, I was eager to get back inside and wash my hands. As I exited the bathroom, I found that my dog had an accident in the hallway? WHY?????? Where you too busy eating mashed potatoes from the grass to poop while we were outside?
After cleaning that up, it was on to the regular routine: wake the kids up for the third time, pull out school clothes, find clean socks, etc. By this time of the school year, you would think things would run more smoothly. Not so. The child who had already been awake for 3 1/2 hours had fallen asleep on the living room floor, the Princess was changing her mind about what she wanted to wear, someone was pounding on the bathroom door, and someone else was complaining that there was nothing to eat for breakfast.
Eventually, the kids got to school (a bit late) and I came home. Big sigh.
Throughout this chaos, I managed to shoot up some quick prayers to help me through and to hold my tongue when I really wanted to scream and shout. My life is deeply blessed, and I thank God for it. Maybe that is why the “bad” day of the week is Monday. God gives us Sundays as a day of rest and worship so we are prepared to face Mondays.