Struggling through with joy... |
kind of.
Struggling through with joy... |
I have a little secret I don’t share with many people. I kind of like Mondays. Not on the same level I like Fridays, of course, especially Fridays-before-a-break-when-I-have-two-hours-of-plan-time-and-my-husband-is-picking-up-the-kids-after-work-so-I-get-some-me-time Fridays.
I like Mondays for the opposite reason I like Fridays. On Mondays, it is a little easier to be the better version of me. To abstain from lunch dessert, for instance, and only have one little dish of jelly beans after dinner instead of two, or five, or seven. I usually wear a better outfit on Mondays, and I’m WAY more likely to exercise. I’m often still smiley by 5 p.m. on Mondays, more likely to handle discipline problems with kindness and humor. I’m able to focus after work instead of slumping in my chair and thumbing absently through the piles on my desk while I shovel apple slices in my mouth because I’m dehydrated and starving. I’m fresh on Mondays. Mondays mark the end of weekend debauchery, which in middle age includes activities like staying up until 11, maybe having 1 ½ glasses of wine, or extra dessert. I often eat red meat and cheese on the weekend, sometimes even French fries. I watch too much t.v. with my husband, and we make fun of our local newscasters because they look about twelve years old. It’s not nice, but it’s the weekend and we like to let our hair down a little before we fall asleep on the couch. Then Monday comes, with its fresh hopes, and although a pandemic year has meant a lot of Mondays that leave me saying the phrase that starts with W, T & F, (nothing starts a week off wrong like quarantining) they’ve mostly been fairly good. Sure, I’ve had some rough-reentry Mondays, where we crash into the week with our tails on fire and wonder what the heck just happened. Even so, I’m often rested enough from the weekend to shake off the effects of a crash landing and march through the rest of the week. While we all like to toast glamorous Fridays, I’d like to raise a can of cucumber-mint seltzer to all the good and ordinary Mondays in the world. They keep us on track, and I’m thankful for it. Here’s to you, Mondays.
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Vivian Chen
3/16/2021 06:48:03 am
I had never looked at Mondays like this, but your post reminded me that I feel the same. Cheers to Monday!
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Natasha
3/16/2021 06:40:24 pm
I love so much about this slice! I love the hyphenated description of the best kinds of Fridays, and the paragraph about your "debauchery" on the weekends (so familiar--it really made me chuckle), and the ending, with raising a glass of cucumber-mint seltzer, because of course we're being good and have it all together on a Monday.
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