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Monday blues

I suffered from Monday blues when I had a job. Nothing unusual there. However even now, when I do not work outside of home, this day is never welcome in my life. I just want to skip to Tuesday or Wednesday after a Sunday. A two-day weekend of relaxed schedules and outings with the family and friends leaves me craving for more and I hate Sunday evenings.

Interestingly, Monday next should bring some relief in my life since R's school is slated to open that day. He will be away for a straight 6 hours which gives me enough time to bring in some semblance into my schedule. Of course, this will be the beginning of a new circus in the mornings since R and the husband's schedules begin an hour earlier, as compared to last year's, which means the time deficit has to be managed by advancing the alarm clock by that much time. 

Now, although I'm not exactly someone who welcomes mornings with a smile on the face and spring in the step, I do wake up earlier than most others I know. Even on holidays-I like to sip my coffee and read the newspaper at leisure in the quiet time before the household gets busy. On the work days, I like to finish off all the mundane tasks as early as possible, so that the rest of the day is left for more pleasurable work. Yet, it is never a pleasure waking up (earlier the morning, crabbier my mood) to do a juggler's act in the kitchen; of cooking up and packing away the breakfast and lunch, clearing up the house that always seems like a tornado-struck place in the mornings, putting away the dishes to wash, loading the machine before the maid comes to duty, Phew!

With the husband also leaving for office earlier than before, I'm worried he might not be able to pitch in with getting R ready for school; something he used to do last year, taking off a huge task off my hands. 

So, Mondays now on will garner more mixed feelings. I am happy about the extra free hours after the morning circus but equally wary of the extra acts in the circus. Hmm, weekends should have one more day I say!



A part of the blog-a-prompt. Today's prompt is, of course, Monday.

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  1. I sooo share your agony about balancing time sending little one and husband off in the mornings... and since I even start work online at the same time, it can be a nightmare.. but we women somehow manage to get it all done, every single time.. don't we :-)

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    1. yep, we do manage,and yay to that :-)

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  2. Hugs, Uma. Hope everything falls in place for you.

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  3. Mornings are pretty crazy in the R household as well... :) Hope you get into a routine soon soon

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  4. But when u pack everyone off and sink down with a sigh of relief and maybe another cup of coffee......that feeling is something else!!! :)

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    2. Yes, I agree and I'm quite looking forward to it :-)

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  5. All the best for next Monday Uma.. I promise you the hours of peace will be more than worth it :).

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    1. Oh I would totally love that too. Am waiting for school to start. the kid has been with me since January this year. ever since we got back from NZ and school opening is like a fresh breath of air :)

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    2. True..true..and, actually the kid is relieved too to go back to school :-))

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  6. Yeah Mondays are crazy everywhere... but the peace of having the house to yourself is something else... the perks of being a SAHM.

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    1. Yep, peace is just round the corner now :-)

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  7. i like the word morning circus... i think it's same in all the homes.:)

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  8. I somehow love Mondays :)

    Did you hear that song Khooni Monday from Go Goa Gone? Kinda suits your post!

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    1. no..haven't heard it..will go and listen to it now..sounds interesting!

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  9. Well what is life without cribbing about Monday blues huh? Working outside home or not, Mondays are never welcome :) Hope you manage the circus.

    And I wish to be a early riser and have a relaxed morning but I never implement it being very lazy. :P

    Until later,
    Keirthana :)

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    1. yes, poor Monday gets beaten up blue for no apparent fault! ;-)

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  10. Oh, dear .. Hope you manage the circus.. I have started hating Monday mornings too , despite the fact that I work flexi-time and don't have to get a child ready for school..Couple of years more for me to get there

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    1. We'll manage it, Bhargavi and of course, we'll have the house to ourselves for some hours. Think of that!! :-)))

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  11. It's actually Moan-day!! So hope you enjoy your Moan-days now... and yes, house indeed looks like a tornado-struck place in the mornings :D

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    1. haha..the tornado in my house is usually the work of the brat :-)

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  12. I love Mondays, since I have my own space.

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    1. I'm hoping to join the Monday loving brigade :-)

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