Oh, Mondays, How You Vex Me
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Mondays always come fast and furious, almost as if unexpected. The thick of sleep stays with me ’til mid-morning. Even when I am awoken at 5am to the buzz of a mosquito that has been biting me. Slow and groggy and appreciative of the quiet am I until that first cup of coffee.
Mondays are full of sadness of the things that did not get done over the weekend. No trip to the museum to see the recent exhibit nor enough to-do tasks struck off the home-improvements list; no dinners at fancy restaurants nor poker parties with friends; no movies watched nor enough exercise done. Too much bickering and not enough enjoying.
Mondays are full of hope of the things that can get done in the coming week. Lined up orderly behind Monday are all the days of the week, waiting to be filled with productive tasks and time well spent. On deck this week, completion of tax returns and shopping for sandals; office work and lunch at Galatoire’s with friends; and a shift in my schedule so that I can attend French Quarter Fest on Friday with my family and friends.
Mondays garner their own respect. They are the only day of the week where you look backwards and forwards, feel hopeful and sad, are exhausted and rejuvinated, all at the same time.
Here’s hoping this Monday, and the coming week, fulfill the hopes we have for it.
You just need to enjoy the little moments everyday and not wait until Monday.
Good post.
I am up for sandal shopping. Well, any shopping will do.
yes…Mondays are rather “fun”. This one actually so far seems to be going by fast….
Mondays are only bearable when the sun is out and it’s a breezy 70. But even then, I just wanna die and curl back into bed.
Monday would mean something to me if I didn’t go full steam 7 days a week.
I do loathe Mondays, but I enjoy the way you are looking at them.. Forwards and Backwards. clever!
I like Mondays! Bloggy buddies return on Mondays! *lol*
…lunch at Galatoire’s with friends…..
Nothing could sound more divine. Maybe, as you sit and contemplate the menu you will think of a poor, Galatoire’s deprived blogger in the Mid-West and order some crabmeat sardou. Or at least think about ordering some before picking something equally divine off the menu
Ahh, so jealous.
“Here’s hoping this Monday, and the coming week, fulfill the hopes we have for it.”
Amen… In more ways than are imaginable.
I agree. I always think of the stuff I didn’t get to do during the week-end, feeling a bit nostalgic. Then by 9:00 am with 2 hours of work behind me, I’m all gung ho!
Today, however, I still recover from the week-long flu……eh.
Oh I so needed to read this post today. Mondays are THE WORST for me, and yes, I feel incredibly exhausted and rejuvenated at the same time. Very well said
Hope you have a great week!
Great post.
You know, I would never be sad if I woke up on a Monday and knew I faced a lunch at Galatoire’s with my buddies.
Wow, that was the most beautiful phrasing of the fact that Mondays blow that I’ve ever read.
I’m intrigued in the french quarter fest, except that generally speaking, I hate the french quarter. Is it both weekend days or just one? I might go see, depending upon a very big hypothetical in my week.
See, in my universe, Mondays are like staring out into the great unknown. You just never know what’s going to happen next.
Monday knocked me on my butt and has been rolling me across the floor with promises to continue for the whole week. Whoo! What a ride!