I got the Monday Blues. I get them every Monday. Actually, they start around Sunday night at about 6-ish. And it’s not that I don’t enjoy going to work, because I really love my job, but I really don’t like hearing my alarm go off Monday morning and dragging mu bum out of bed. It’s helps if I pre-program my coffee pot to start on its own; the smell of freshly brewing coffee can help lure me out a ‘lil bit.
Even Elijah has a rough time Mondays. He just lies in his bed whining about how he hates Mondays. And he does it in such a tone that would drive me right up the wall and back down again if I didn’t feel the exact same way. Once he was up and moving this morning he said to me “Tuesday through Friday isn’t this hard to wake up. I think we should have Funday Monday’s, Mom.” When I asked what he meant, he said “Mondays we should have popcorn and movie night. That way we have SOMEthing to look forward too.” I told him I couldn’t think of a better idea since like, ever.
I know we aren’t the only people who feel this way come Monday mornings. I’m trying to figure out how to get rid of this dread. I know it’s just a mental thing going on, but I’d love to get past it. I can’t figure out if it’s because I have to wait five more days to sleep in. Realistically, once Monday comes, it’s Friday before we know it. Because Monday is the only day of the week we don’t have football practice (save Friday, but it’s FRIDAY! Woot!) it’s a constant rush of go go go. Work (or school), then rush home to change, make a light dinner, run to football, and then back home to eat, shower, get our stuff ready for work and school the next day(sometimes we have to finish homework if it’s something he couldn’t finish before I got home to help him with it) , and finally fall into bed. The week is over in like 4 hours. And then the weekend is filled with catch up housework, laundry, football games, church and trying to fit in family and friend time. And then it’s over too. Which brings us right back to Monday to start the whole week over again. And I’m not complaining- well I kind of am, but not about my life. Just about Mondays in general. I kind of feel like I’m getting jipped out of my time with Elijah. The older he gets, the less he WANTS to spend time with me, and the less time we have to spend together it seems. But there are the times, every now and again, he gives me a random ‘I love you’, hug, a secret smile or wink or just wants to have a little snuggle that makes all the eye rolls and times he picks his friends over me so worth it. I know that before I know it, he’ll be all grown up and moving out. But in the meantime, we are going to rock the heck out of our Funday Mondays, and press on! 🙂