i love mondays

first let me start off by saying i am not perfect. i make mistakes like everyone else. i am sure that i am not the easiest person to live with.

having said all that...weekends with my lovely little family drain me. it never starts off that way, in fact i love friday nights almost as much as monday mornings. it's just that by sunday evening i am left feeling small, bitter, empty and unloved. i'm sure i am just over-reacting due to the fact that i am just starting my second cup of coffee and the house has only been quiet for 22 minutes. give me a bit more time and i will be good to go.

i love mondays.

i love when they have all gone out the door. i love locking the door. it's symbolic. it makes me feel better. at that moment it all starts to get better. look, it's been 23 minutes and i am already half-way to a full recovery!

there is just some simple pleasure in being able to just be me. to just take care of me. no one is asking me a question. no one is needing help. no one is ignoring me. no one is making a mess. no one is interrupting my thoughts.

so until 3 o'clock i am as free as a bird!

believe me, by then i am recharged and back to normal. i wait impatiently for their return.

because i missed them....