Probably my most unpopular opinion is my attitude toward Mondays. There’s a part of me that actually likes them. That statement really undersells it. Mondays might be my favorite part of the week.
Don’t get me wrong, before I had kids and while I still had to work in the office, Mondays were the worst. The whole idea of coming off from a weekend of doing whatever the heck I wanted to getting dressed into something uncomfortable and putting on a friendly face to sit somewhere I didn’t want to be for 8+ hours was not my thing.
But I work from home.
And having kids means that my weekends are exhausting noisy affairs where I have to constantly come up with new ways to amuse my children without allowing them to sit in front of a TV all day because that will lead to explosions of crazy from a couple of boys who can’t contain their boundless energy.
Which means that Mondays for me, right now, especially Monday mornings, are this lovely little quiet time where I can slowly read through some emails, see what the world has been up to since I last checked in, and enjoy a coffee without someone bouncing around trying to spill it all over me. Where I used to be able to consider my Saturdays and Sundays the relaxing part of my week, I think Monday morning is actually the one moment in my week where the world feels almost peaceful.
While I miss those lazy Saturday mornings where I could sleep in, instead of being woken up as soon as the sun starts shining because of a couple of boys who simply can’t get enough enjoyment out of life, I’m glad to know I still have that little moment of peace to myself to enjoy yet.
And, oddly enough, those moments are Mondays.
Sorry Garfield. You and I aren’t on the same page about this any longer.
But I still love lasagna.