So…Mondays are usually a bust for me.
I spend it recovering from my weekend, and preparing my schedule for the week. I know, the weekend should be a relaxing time with the family but family time often means cooking, cleaning and babysitting a two year old with dreams of Olympic Gold in gymnastics – hardly relaxing.
And that’s just Saturday.
Sundays come along with waking up early and preparing The Goo and myself for church. The Goo is easy. Deciding what to wear which allows me some degree of self expression while staying within The Rules of The Ushers’ Dress Code is hard. Yesterday, I went with easy, and wore jeans, my ‘I found Jesus’ t shirt complete with crossword puzzle, and trainers. No complaints from my leaders so Yay!
The best part of Sunday (apart from The Word, and Praise and Worship, and all that wonderful churchy goodness) is the rice we buy after service. 2 packs of Ofada for me, 2 packs of Jollof for Papa Goo and 1 pack of Fried Rice for The Goo.
It means I don’t have to cook when we get home. I don’t even have to pop anything into the microwave. I can go lie down and rest my eyes, or read a gazillion romance novels.
I can rest.
And I do.
I rest or goof off, and ignore the fact that a New Week has begun. I ignore the need to prepare a schedule for housework, and meals, and writing, and meetings. I just rest. And put it all off till Monday.
What do you do with your Mondays?