Mondays, yep

Mondays. So many things have been written about this day. It’s the start of the week, the end of the weekend…blah, blah, blah. Some more:

*If each day is a gift, I’d like to know where I can return Mondays.

*Monday is a hard way to spend one-seventh of your life.

*I got 99 problems and they’re all due Monday.

*I hate Mondays. –Garfield

Yep. But guess what? I love Mondays. Want to know why? Do you? Huh??

Bacon. Coffee. Hugs.

I stole the bacon tradition from a good friend of mine and I love it. Good bacon is expensive, so it’s only on Mondays. Sorry vegetarian friends, but I do love bacon.

The coffee is in my dear friends hand that I only see Mondays. She lives 45 minutes from my house and last year we barely saw each other. I LOVE this family and that simply will not do. So I decided that Mondays have to start with seeing them. And I never regret the drive. There is nothing like a friend that gets you. Nothing.

The hugs are from everyone I meet. I hug all the moms at school when I drop my son off. We haven’t seen each other all weekend, so it’s like meeting anew. I hug my boy and send him off on his Monday nature walk to the river with his class. I hug my girl as she heads off to rice day in the Kindergarten.

If you hate Mondays, I understand. I’ve hated them at various stages and sometimes still do. When I look at the disaster that is my house on Monday mornings… yeah, that I can do without. But at this stage of my life, Mondays look good.

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