Monday is my favorite day of the week. I started this one off exactly how I wanted too. Business cards ordered, blog posts published, emails checked. Today I put so much french vanilla in my coffee it made me smile just to smell it! I'm going to enjoy this coffee as long as I can, and maybe even through in a second cup. Unfortionately my daughter is off celebrating Thanksgiving with her dad, but that means I slept in until 8 am, and I don't have to say "watch the coffee" every 2 minutes.
I celebrated my wonderful Monday by doing a sink of dishes while my breakfast cooked, and put away my brand new wine glasses, then after a little more blog updating (must get as much done as I can while I'm child free, she likes me to play with her rather then be on the computer) I'm off to do the laundry. Well, some of the laundry...there will never be an end to it, but I can still dent that pile in my laundry room! Also on my list, a super long shower, complete with hot water and no little hands knocking on the door or playing peek a boo around the shower curtain.
Now to why I love Monday so much. The weekends are long for me. Everything is closed, and all my friends are out doing things while I'm home with my daughter, or I'm trying to make plans for when she's with her dad but sometimes I'm just too tired. During the week my friends are home, or at work, and I actually talk to them more. Everything is either really busy or completely silent over the weekends, it makes me feel seperated and isolated sometimes, but trying to get out and do things can be difficult. It's hard to make plan with a large family, as everyone wants to see us so we leave time open, then they don't show so nothing happens. I do enjoy weekends in my jammies watching movies, but when my anxiety (yup, I still have some anxiety left...) anyway, when it acts up, then I want the doctors and dentists and stores to be open. I want to know that there are people to talk to, that someone is home to visit, that there are people to see. Even when I'm not anxious I like to know there are poeple around and that I'm not all alone in this town.
Plus I find Mondays are so productive. Everyone is back from the weekend, and at my age lots of us have relaxed and recharged, so we can get together for coffees and play dates. I also like that I can start finishing some of the items on my to do list. I can call and make appointments, I can go to some appointments that I made before, I can shop without the line ups (sssshhhh that's my secret favorite time to shop, don't tell everyone!) and I can answer emails and phone calls. The sheer productivity of it makes me happy, I feel so proud of all I accomplish, and I can coast through the evening with a cup of tea and prepare for the rest of the week. I get to watch the kids go to school, the buses going past, watch the world wake up and start their day, settle into their routines, and begin the week. I'm not sure why, but it all makes me think that I'm part of it all, and helps get me energized for the week ahead. Plus, as everyone else hates Mondays, I can be cranky and not need an excuse.