Long, long ago in a land far, far away one of my favorite songs had lyrics that went something like this:
"just another manic Monday, wish it was Sunday, that's my fun day." (I hear you humming along!)
The lyrics aren't deep but the tune is catchy and when I hear it on the all-80's weekend, it takes me back in time. It used to fit how I feel on Mondays.
But now, with my husband taking Mondays off, that day is no longer manic. In the summer, we all sleep in. Big D and I might jog together. There might be some yard work or chores, but we try not to let it take too much of our time. We read, we play, we talk, we swim, we hang out with our kids. I don't blog. Big D doesn't email. Monday is my fun day!
That was how yesterday went. It was absolutely restful! And now it is Tuesday.
Just another manic Tuesday...