I’m thankful for Mondays. I love the weekends and the extra time I get to spend with Will, but often they’re quite busy and by the time the weekend is over our house sometimes looks like it was hit by a category 4 hurricane. Because of farmer’s market and Will’s job, Saturday is often still a work day or spent running errands, and Sunday is our day to go to church, visit with family, or curl up at home with a book and leave the dinner dishes in the sink for once.
I enjoy the adventure of Saturdays with Will, and I love getting to rest together on Sundays, but Monday’s are comfortingly quiet and unscheduled, a day to return to the comfortable, everyday routine of housework and bring the weekend chaos back into check… to wash the leftover Sunday evening dishes, to throw in a load of laundry, to plan meals for the week ahead, to manage mail, and to straighten up the house until I can sit down for a moment with a cup of coffee and just look happily at the clean kitchen sink.
So oddly enough, I'm thankful for Mondays.
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