Even though Mondays are usually soul-killing energy drainers, I’m kinda coming around to it as a day of the week that is actually not that bad.
Ehren was born on a Monday 12 Mondays ago. So every soul-killing energy drainer is a brand new week of life for him, and there’s something good in that. Everything good is in that.
Tuesdays (hey there, today!) are a little boring to me. I have an early morning meeting each Tuesday that lasts anywhere from a couple of hours until past lunch time. And I don’t think I have to tell you that we are not exactly setting the world on fire with our originality or personal passion. It’s very cut and dry, and when someone disagrees with my language mastery (my contribution to the group), I accede to his non-mastery Because. I. Don’t. Care. I make the requested change and return to Tweetie on my iPhone.
Wednesday, especially every other Wednesday, has become one of my personally favorite days (hey there, cleaning ladies!) I come home to a clean house and I feel like a rich white woman reclining on my chaise lounge eating my bon bons. The $4.46 left over in my checking account after the cleaning company runs my debit card is of trifling consequence.
Thursdays, better known as Friday Eve…well, that’s all I have to say about that.
Fridays, I’m off work at noon and I either fill them with doctors appointments, errand running or naps. I learned a trick from an old friend diagnosed with depression a few years ago: sometimes I clear my entire schedule in favor of a nap. When I need the sleep, I sleep, yearly teeth cleaning be damned.
Weekends: sleep. And football during football season. I was getting my hair done this past Sunday morning and I called one of my aunts to say hi. Her first question was if I’d already been to church that morning. I pretended I was my sister and briefly mentioned the beauty in an early morning 8 o’clock service. I cannot remember the last time I’ve been awake before 10 on a Sunday.
Unrelated, but just as important: Sunkist sparkling lemonade is yum.
