Monday, the 'eating your greens' of every week. The day where the universe collectively plunges into mourning of the weekend that was. If you're lucky, your grieving process will commence at the first blast from your alarm clock on Monday morning. If you're like me, the shadows of Monday will creep into your living room at around 4pm on Sunday afternoon. If you're my husband, they arrive on Saturday night.
What is it about Mondays? Why do we allow this one day to be the brussells sprout of our working week?
Now before the working audience of this blog roll their eyes and huff, "Goodness & Gracious - aren't you a stay at home mum? You don't know how we feel!" I beseech you to hear me out. I was a Monday to Friday gal for a lot longer than I've been in my new gig and let me tell you, Monday is Monday, no matter what you're doing! (roster workers, night shift workers and anyone else who doesn't work on a Monday - perhaps you replace the word 'Monday' with what ever day it is that your working week commences?)
When you live in the world of Childhood, days are irrelevant. Every day presents new adventures, new friends and new opportunities to add bumps and bruises to your little body as you take on the world head first. I witnessed this in fine detail this morning as I watched the Hedgehog stir from his nightly slumber. I woke up before him (the new definition of bliss) and slipped into his room to see if he was awake. The temptation of a cup of tea in the morning sun alone begged me to leave him to sleep but I'm a devout follower of routines (read - love a good running sheet) and I needed this baby up and at 'em so that the rest of the day didn't fly out the window. It only took a minute or two before he blinked his tired eyes and woke up. Within 30 seconds of the first blink he was wide awake, standing up and chatting away. If baby subtitles existed I am almost certain they would have read, "awesome, you're here, now get me up and let's get this party started!"
In the world of Being a Grown-up it's rare for any day to be met with such enthusiasm. Too many bubbly drinks on Friday night? One hour too long Facebook stalking on Tuesday night? Working to a deadline in the office and getting home at stupid o'clock on Wednesday night? No wonder we're all tired!
Anyone who has visited Pinterest or a Lorna Jane store will have read the slogan, "Live what you Love". Are you living what you love? If you're not, why?
At most times in my life I've lived what I loved. Not because I live a magical life with a money tree in my yard and endless spare time to frolic on private jets around the world but because I do my best to see the good in every day. Not in a "Julie Andrews in the Sound of Music" kind of way. More in a "you only live once so don't waste your taste buds on instant coffee" kind of way.
I'm not suggesting that the readers of this blog quit their day jobs and run off to join the circus because first of all, the life of a carney ain't what it used to be! There will be no Reece Witherspoon riding an elephant in the circus you join. I'm merely inviting you all to bring a bit of goodness to your Mondays.
You know that lunch you have booked for Friday at 1pm at Dragon Palace (yes my former KPMG friends I am talking to you)? Move it forward and go today!
You know how you've been dying to go to the movies and see Iron Man 3 (yes Roomie I'm talking to you)? Go and see it tonight!
It's not just lunch dates and movie trips that could soften the blow of Mondays. Burn that candle you've been saving, wear your favourite outfit, buy a new lip gloss, turn off the TV and listen to The Lumineers.
In order to prove that I am living what I love, today I will take an extra 10 minutes to get to baby playgroup and pick up a coffee on the way, I'll open up all the doors in my living room and let the sun shine in on my home and I will stop my housework and sit on the floor and play with the Hedgehog. After all, what will I remember tonight as I drift off to sleep? It sure as hell won't be how satisfied I felt when the washing basket was empty for all of 30 seconds.
In closing, a little over two years ago, I did the biggest act of goodness I could think of and married the Governor on a Monday. Best day of my life! Maybe there is a little hope for Monday's after all?
Have a great week everyone xx
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| Getting married on a Monday - the ultimate act of bringing goodness to the brussells sprout of the working week. |
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