Ugh. What is it about Mondays that inevitably makes them so terrible? I mean seriously. I always wake up feeling like I'd drank a bottle of NyQuil, it seems everyone on the road has forgotten the rules of traffic (oh wait, I live in Atlanta -- that's normal!), and even if it was possible to have an IV of caffeine, it still wouldn't be enough! So other than incompetent drivers and oversized cups of coffee, what exactly is the purpose of the dreadful day of Monday?
We have Mondays so that we can gripe about the beginning of a new work week, reminisce on the fun we had over the weekend, and then move forward. We fuss and then we get over it, because even if the next six days are hectic and stressful, they're never as bad as today, simply because they're not Mondays.
We also have Mondays so we can guiltlessly enjoy an evening in sweatpants and a pizza after a 30 minute workout. It's a day to delve into the Word of God for encouragement and reflect on the sermon we heard yesterday. A day to enjoy the simple blessings, like nice weather and time to the pups with my husband. And . . . a day to be thankful that everyday isn't Monday!
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