Thoughts on Dreary Weather, Mondays and Fridays

This weather is quite dreary,    

It’s dark, and dank, and damp,

It’s making me feel weary,

And nothing like a champ,

Sun, oh sun, where are you?

You hide yourself away,

Please come back, light up the sky,

And brighten up our days!

               We’ve had a string of cloudy, rainy, dark and chilly days this month, and it’s been extra tough to get going in the morning.  We drag ourselves out of bed, and move zombie like through the day swilling our favorite caffeinated beverage in an effort to feel alive.  My brain feels foggy during those strings of dank days and no amount of caffeine really clears it.  I try turning on all the lights in my house to trick my brain into thinking the sun is out, but it doesn’t really help.  I still just want to curl up on the couch under a blanket and snooze.  When we finally have a sunny morning it is amazing how much energy I have!  Even if it’s very cold outside, as long as the sun is shining I can get motivated to get things done.  I guess I’m solar powered.

Tomorrow is Monday for real,

I’m not really sure how to feel,

Back to routine is nice,

I’m not seeking advice,

Friday seems a much better deal.

Friday, O Friday!

At last you have dawned,

You signal an end

To a week Sunday spawned,

It felt never ending,

Each day looney and long,

But at last you are here,

Let us hail you with song!

               I think we can pretty much agree that Mondays are hard.  I know I live for the weekends lately because weekdays start early, and I must function before I’m ready to be fully awake.  On weekends I can laze on the couch with coffee and a bagel for a while before getting on with the obligations of my day.  Weekend coffee just tastes better somehow, and having some time to linger over it and daydream or read for a bit feels like Heaven.  I do find that I long for the routine of the workweek when I have too many days off in a row, but it’s those early, busy mornings that get me.  Fridays it’s easier to get going because I know that in a few hours I’ll be done with work for a couple days and can turn my attention to more pleasant pursuits. I look forward to Fridays a lot.  Too bad it’s only Wednesday.

Monday is Not My Friend

         I find Mondays (or Monderdays as I like to call them) to be generally tough.  Sunday’s too short and then Monday is here and I’m showering at 5:00 a.m. so I can start the 5 days of madness known as the work week.  Somehow the first day is the hardest for getting both myself and the princess motivated to get ready for school.  It’s a wrestling match trying to get her dressed and put together on time for the bus.  I always win but she sure puts up a good passive aggressive fight.  Once at work my five hours of fun begins and we run around preparing food to sell to the hungry teenagers that are our clientele, all the while sounding like a gaggle of geese exchanging pleasantries and stories of our respective weekend activities with occasional bouts of venting thrown in for good measure. Nine women in a kitchen is going to be a noisy affair! At the end of the workday I’m exhausted yet find the energy to run an errand or two on the way home.  Once there, in the safe haven, a quick cup of coffee is downed and I’m on to home responsibilities.  Take something out of the freezer to defrost for dinner, make a phone call, laundry, garbage night, and assorted other house duties we all need to take care of. So I coped with my Monderday stress the best way I know how—with chips and dip and cake left over from the weekend.  I don’t want to give the impression that the day was all bad, there were laughs at work and the mailman brought a pleasant surprise.  It was an early birthday card and letter from a dear friend which really ended the day on a positive note.  So that’s my take on Monday, I hope you survive every one with at least one positive thing so that before you go to bed you feel that Monday just might be your friend after all.