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.
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!
