Sometimes it pays to stay in bed on Monday, rather than spending the rest of the week debugging Monday’s code. (Dan Salomon)
May years ago in a period commonly known as Next Friday Afternoon, there lived a King who was very Gloomy on Tuesday mornings because he was so sad thinking about how unhappy he had been on Monday and how completely mournful he would be on Wednesday. (Unknown)
Your idea of bliss is to wake up on a Monday morning knowing you haven’t a single engagement for the entire week. You are cradled in a white paper cocoon tied up with typewriter ribbon. (Edna Ferber, American novelist and playwright, 1887-1968)
I think we’re seeing in working mothers a change from “thank God it’s Friday” to “Thank God it’s Monday.” If any working mother has not experienced that feeling her children are not adolescent. (Anne Diehl)
On the way to the train this morning I heard these words on a radio commercial: “Let’s raise a toast to Monday!” It went on to promote a particular housing developer and the “truth” that when you live in one of their homes, even Mondays are a celebration. ‘Can’t relate to all that, but I do often experience Monday mornings in ways that deserve a toast – though I probably shouldn’t be downing champagne at this time of the day.
For me, there is something restful about Monday morning: the familiarity of the alarm, even with my tiredness; the routine of packing lunches, waking girls, loading up backpacks; the drive to the train, the feel of the cars jostling on the tracks, and even catching up on emails on my laptop. I leave behind the space of the weekend for the pace of the week, but I move toward enjoyed relationships, conversations, and even tasks that have routine and comfort to them. I’m grateful.
I admit it: nearly every Monday I wake up wishing I had one more day. Today was no exception. In the midst of such, though, I’m back in the rhythm of my week. It is good.
