First, let me say that I am aware at how some people loathe Mondays. I hear people grumble things like "Oh no! Not Monday again!" or "It's Monday already?!" or "I hate Mondays." I am not one of these people.
Secondly, I love all the days of the week. I hold no prejudice or bias towards any particular day of the week. All days of the week are considered equal. (Be quiet, Saturday!)
Good things can happen on any day of the week! You could get an extra order of fries for no charge on a Wednesday. That nice lady could let you go ahead of her in the check-out lane on a Sunday. Or you could win the lottery on a Tuesday. You just don't know!
However, you, This Past Monday, were incredibly mean spirited. Not only were my two babies sick with 103 degree fevers the day before, but I was up with the littlest the night before. Once I stumbled out of bed, I proceeded to go through the motions of getting ready for the day. All the while, I'm thinking of J's first dentist appointment this morning, playing out every scenario in my head and hoping things go well.
But, you, This Past Monday, you see that I am having a difficult morning. So, you think it will be fun to toy with me and kick me while I am down. And I end up backing into my mom's car as I am leaving for J's dentist appointment. (Crap fire and save the matches!!)
I am so upset that I end up cursing in the car (Expletive! Expletive! Expletive!) and I hardly ever curse. Okay, I hardly ever curse around the kids. I think we all know that tomorrow J is going to be running around the house yelling, "Expletive, Mama!" *Sigh.*
My poor little car!
But, you know what, This Past Monday, I see what you are trying to do! I am watching you! (Making the Robert DeNiro motion with my fingers from 'Meet The Parents'.) You are trying to get me down. Steal my joy. Make me sad and weepy.
Guess what?! It almost worked. I was almost ready to throw in the towel. Almost ready to cave and say, "I hate Mondays too! Monday's stink!" But you know what happened? LIFE. Yep, I spent Monday morning with my sweet little J. Just the two of us. J went to the Dentist for the first time and he did such a great job! Then, we went to McDonald's where he had his favorite, pancakes and sausage, and he played in their huge play area. We had the best time together!
Such a big boy!
On the way home, you tried to wiggle doubt into my mind. Out loud, I even said, "I am so mad at myself." To which J replied, "Why are you mad at yourself?" I answered, "I am mad because I ran into Nina's car." J replied, "It's okay, Mommy. It was an accident." Schooled by a three year old!
But, you know what, he's right! It was an accident and accidents happen. We can let the bad things that happen steal our joy or we can decide we are going to claim that joy for ourselves and cling to it, no matter what happens. I am going to claim that joy for myself.
So, This Past Monday, and every Monday hereafter for that matter, bring it!!
Keeping It Real,