I have a confession. I like Mondays. I know I’m not supposed to. That Mondays are to be disliked on principle of the fact that they are Mondays. The first day of the work week and the first day back after what was (hopefully) a weekend of rest.
And they are a little manic. For instance, Amelia got to wait for the bus at school today because I was running too late to take her first. My principal said she was a little short for middle school. And then once I left and was still on time to get back to school, I realized I had to go home to get my pump. Oh, well. Manic Monday.
But even so, I like Mondays. I have more energy on Mondays. My students are more subdued. I actually cook dinner most Monday nights (there’s a pork loin in the crockpot right now) and I have even been known to clean a bathroom or mop a floor on Monday. Today I might even make it to exercise.
I guess Monday just seems like a new beginning every week. You know teachers and mommies are eternal optomists. We get up each day believing the it will be better, whether it’s the student’s attitudes or baby’s sleeping habits. And on Mondays I guess I just have that extra boost of faith. If today goes well, so will the week.
What do you think about Monday?