I kinda sorta love Mondays

I never thought I would say it, but I kinda sorta love Mondays.

(That may be too strong a sentiment.  I at least don’t hate them like I used to.)

Before you call me crazy, hear me out.  I think you might secretly love Mondays too!

There was a time when I dreaded Mondays.

I love Mondays

As a college student and young adult, Monday morning was a harsh  (and often regret filled) reality check.

As a mom with two in diapers, Monday was the day my husband left me alone with two babies.  Even worse?  Two babies who were off schedule and in need of a nap.

These days, I love Mondays.

Somewhere around 7:30, the house empties.  As the various clock radios turn themselves off, the house descends into a gradual silence.  By eight, the only sounds are those of the washing machine and dishwasher.

All the busy hectic mess of the weekend lies scattered around the house, demanding to be cleaned.  Everywhere I look there is something that belongs on my to-do list.

But for just a brief moment – the span of a cup of coffee – I am free.  There is no weekly list yet.  No goals, no schedule, no anything.

(Is it weird to measure time in terms of coffee?  Am I the only one?)

is it weird to measure time in coffee

Mondays are kind of special.

Even when the kids were little, I was always hesitant to schedule activities for Mondays.  For whatever reason, Monday morning became this big PAUSE – a space between the crazy busy of the weekend and the crazy busy of the week.

Monday morning became the space in my schedule.

As the kids have gotten older and the weekends (and weekdays) have gotten crazier, I still cling to old habits.  For whatever reason, Monday mornings still feel like this tiny little space just for me.

After the coffee comes reality.

By the end of my coffee, I’m ready to face the week.  Honestly, I’ve switched to half-caff on Mondays just so I can squeeze in a second cup without guilt.

Over the second cup, the words begin to build up in my head as I race through planning out a week’s worth of meals and errands and goals and dreams.

It’s over the second cup that I begin to feel my fingertips itch as I yearn to settle down at the keyboard and write.  As the last half of the second cup of coffee cools to undrinkable, I settle down to let the words flow.

And it feels good.

I never thought I’d say it, but I look forward to Mondays.

This morning, I’m pondering how I can squeeze more “pause” time in.  When my schedule gets topsy turvy and I miss my Monday second cup, where else can I carve out the time?

Can you relate?

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Susan Baker
I have a passion for encouraging weary worn out mothers to find joy in everyday motherhood and peace in unlikely places. I have two elementary school boys, one nerdy husband, and two cats. I have a strange fascination for bad puns, the color pink, socks, and books. I worry about running out of toilet paper, wine, and chocolate.. I serve an amazing God. I live an ordinary life filled with wonder.
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  1. I’m sitting here on Monday morning (Pacific time here – you are probably onto lunch by now!), enjoying my second cup of coffee, and nodding my head in agreement. Monday mornings, now that I’m not rushing off to work or school, are a glorious oasis between a busy weekend and a busy week. Ahhhhh….

  2. My Mom to measure time by her cup of coffee too as she rocked on her swing set on her porch.
    I enjoy Monday’s too because retroactive day my kids normally do independent workbooks.

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