One of the things my coach and I discussed was the generally popular "TGIF" mentality and its counterpart, the "Monday blahs" mentality. I know that if I'm feeling that way, I should be doing something else.
There's nothing wrong with looking forward to the weekends, but when it's fueled mainly by a loathing of the weekdays, then something is wrong.
I'm happy that it's Monday. Even when I ran out of hot water in the shower.
Wolfgang is very hygenic.
Even when the winchill computes to 9 degrees during crossing guard morning.
My parka is a valuable possession.
Even when I saw that the snowplow took a dump right in the middle of the kids' walking path
|as seen from the approach|
At least we have a path... that someone *COUGH* plows.
Plus, I am now able to share photos from my phone, unlike the vacation trip where no one had a camera.
Even when my Monday tutor student was really REALLY loud.
He's happy to see me.
Even when China barfed in her crate.
It wonderfully fed my strange cleaning binge I've been on the last few days. Seriously, if I didn't know better, I'd think I was going to give birth this week (but I know better). And now China's crate is absolutely pristine.
Even when Chaco hit me up at the last minute for cash.
It's for a bowling team party.
Yes. I. Like. Mondays.
How was your Monday?