Believe me, I used to hate Mondays just as much as the rest of you. The dread of waking up after a fun weekend knowing you have to face the daily grind, that you have five full days to get through before another weekend hits. But not for me anymore - now I look forward to Mondays.
My transformation into a Monday lover didn't happen overnight. In the early days with Ryan, time had no meaning and I couldn't tell a Monday from a Thursday. As the frustrations of the newborn stage slowly eased (at about the 7 month mark) and we developed a routine, I found myself looking more and more forward to each Monday.
I still love the weekends - having fun together as a family, visits with friends and family, and cooking more elaborate meals - but I also find them exhausting, chaotic and full of dishes. Ryan and I live a quiet, peaceful existence during the week, and it's that calm that I crave and look forward to eagerly every Monday morning. The house is mine again, I can keep the counter clean (sorta), there's no line up to use the computer, and I can usually squeeze out a few minutes of "me" time every day. Heaven!
I mentioned this phenomenon to a friend who is also home with her little guy right now and she said she feels the same way, so I know I'm not completely crazy. Maybe it's something they put in the epidural??
I know this Monday loving thing won't last forever and I'll soon have to rejoin the real world where the start of the week is no longer something to look forward to, but I'm going to enjoy it for as long as it lasts. Now please excuse me while I go clean my counter.
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