I love Mondays.
I love that it's the start of a new week.
I love that I've just been grocery shopping and so I'm never out of anything I need for whatever meal I'm trying to make.
I love that the laundry is usually all done (thanks to Jason whose personal Sunday goal is to finish all the laundry).
I love that my email box is usually a little quieter, my time with Addie is a little sweeter, and my coffee tastes a little better. Okay, maybe my coffee tastes the same, but you know. I'm drinking it on a Monday.
I'm a "hooray for beginnings" person, and so Mondays just hit the spot for me. The week starts, and I'm not yet exhausted from everything the weekdays will pile upon me. I know that people dislike Mondays because it means going back to work, but I'm always recharged after the weekend, and Mondays are the days I feel the strongest.
It's good I feel strong today because I've got some jumping to do.
This is going to be a busy week, I can tell you. Jason has three--three!--soccer games and won't be home until late nearly every night. I have my usual two days of work, and the girls have their usual ballet classes that might throw off my dinnertime routine since I'm the lone transportation this week. I've given myself the necessary pep talk, spent time today praying and being quiet and taking deep breaths, and we are going to get through it, yes we will. In preparing for this week, I've already visualized what a successful week looks like. Yes, I am jumping.
By the time we land onto Saturday morning, our somersaults may look a little off-kilter, but hey! We will have turned over another week, and cartoons will be on, pancakes will be ready, and a certain soccer coach honeybunch will have a salted caramel latte ready for me.
Hooray for Mondays. Let's jump high.