For years it used to be the same … Every Sunday night I would be “bitchy” just for the fact that tomorrow I have to do it again. Going to work! Who wants to spend life there? The same people, that same manager, rare moments of appreciation, that colleague who always competes with me and I did not even care … The same old. Not to mention the chaos of Monday mornings and packing kids, packing lunches, running around, making sure everybody has everything, that homeworks are finished and packed and that WE ARE NOT LATE. Sometimes I would feel I would get a heart attack! But I have not! I mostly made it on time and everything was fine. My kids continued to be happy and tease me in car while my cheeks would still be red and I would still try to catch a breath. My colleagues were still happy to see me at work and sometimes even tell me: “Aren’t we so blessed to have this well paid good job. “Yes”, I thought, “we are …. sooo blessed” Once I changed attitude toward my now good friend Monday, I felt better. I started to breath better. I started doing some things on Sunday: lunches were packed night before and clothing was prepared at the same time. Kids were going to bed earlier and I had time just for me.
I know that in few years my kids will go to school on their own, maybe they will greet me and maybe not in the morning. Everything will be different and I will miss the chaos of Monday (or maybe not!). I started loving my job understanding that many things in life are choice as well as my attitude is. Now I go to sleep early and I wake up earlier, before everybody, to have that coffee in peace and prepare for the day and week! And it all gets better. I learnt (or forced myself to learn) to love Mondays. And I am writing you this on Monday before everyone wakes up. I HAVE TIME. Happy Monday! (now I get to run to pack them all).