Waking to cuddles in bed, warm and sleepy, my first words spoken to my guy were “Weekends aren’t long enough.” It’s true. Weekends aren’t long enough. Whomever constructed the five-day workweek was cruel. Really, if one day of the weekend is for chores and cleaning, then two more should be for relaxation and play. I feel more productive after a 3-day weekend; excited to be at work because there are only 4 days to go until the weekend. And, honestly, I’m so fast at my job that keeping me occupied for 40 hours a week is difficult.
So, needless to say, I wanted to not be at work today.
Still, I got up, dressed, made lunch, let the dog out, and headed into the office. Note: I still drove today. Note 2: Tonight I need to pump air into my bicycle tires so that I can’t not drive again this week. As I walked from my car to the office I thought, “I get to come to work today.” And, I smiled. I do get to come to work today. I get to wake up. I get to be employed. I get to take home a paycheck. I get to work in an office in which I am valued. I have opportunities in said office that I am following toward my professional development. I get to go to work.
And while I still believe strongly in 3-day weekends, I got to come to work today. And that may be the best remedy for the Mondays that I’ve found yet.