Mondays always get such a bad rap, but lately, they have become my favorite day of the week. We get back into our rhythms of the school week, the house, somehow, is usually it's cleanest, and I feel refreshed and ready to take on the next few days. The weekends are great and always welcomed. Daddy is home, our days are busy with fun weekend things and our schedule kind of goes out the window. And it's nice, but in motherhood, I crave much more structure in a schedule than I did before kids. Knowing what comes next helps put me at ease, creates a comfort in knowing I can be kinda maybe prepared for special behaviors my little ones might throw my way. Sorta.
More than that, Monday is a reminder of a fresh start, of a new try, of another chance. It's a reminder of forgiveness for last week's missteps. It's a day where I can take all of the lessons learned from the days before and try again...hopefully a little better with a little more patience.
So yes, Monday signifies more work and less play, more mundane and less excitement, but for me, it's a welcomed day of inspiration and hope for the days that await and the stories still unwritten.