this thing called monday

i love mondays.
said no one ever.
except for me.
because i'm a little funny that way.
i don't work outside of the home.
I am an 'old fashioned' wife;
i get up each morning and
make his breakfast, pack his lunch
and send him on his way to work
with a kiss and a smile.
and i love that.
i love that "this" is my job.

i love the weekends.
said everybody.
including me.
because it means time with hubby
and chores and church
and couple stuff.
projects to work on, maybe some playtime.
weekend get aways
even if they happen in the backyard.
gathering with friends, social time.
but...draining my battery,
even as i laugh and love and live.

but come monday
i am happy to have my house back
under my domain.
my time to recharge from the weekend
happens on mondays.
bye-bye honey,
come to me you big beautiful cup of coffee.
let's sit here awhile
there is plenty of time
to start the laundry and
wash the dishes.
i love this solo time.

come monday.

Monday, Monday

Up and At 'Em at 5 am. (O.K. 5;27. I hit the snooze button a couple of times.)

The working man is already in the shower and points scored; the coffee is already made and fire is ablazing. It's the little things that make me smile and while the fire making is his usual morning chore, when he also makes the coffee I just sigh with happiness.

This morning he also sprinkled cinnamon over the fresh grounds. Bonus points. :)

Breakfast scramble and lunch packed. New (to us) briefcase stocked with fresh supplies, a new striped shirt, freshly washed and wrinkle free. He looks so handsome, ready to report to the office for his second week of work.

We meet in the living room with time for The Word and Prayer. Together. The best most perfect way to start the day!

then, as the song says, 'a kiss for luck and you're on your way!'

But what did I do with rest my morning? While the unmade bed was tantalizing, the sun was starting to peep over the mountains. And something inside me stirred. Running was what crossed my mind but my poor body just can't quite do this.

Yet.

But still I put on my shoes and pulled on my hoodie..... and walked for 30 minutes. Brisk walking because I do wish to run again someday. And I do wish to lose some of the weight. And because it was friggin' cold out there despite the sunshine!!

Happy Monday Peeps!