the Mondays

I had a case of the Mondays this morning.Dear Monday. I want to break up. I'm seeing Tuesday and dreaming about Friday. Sincerely, it's not me, it's you.

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.


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