This week, I had didn’t have a case of the Mondays.
You know what I’m talking about.
The utter dread the night before of Monday morning or the absolute “bleh” feeling that greets you when you open your eyes on this first weekday.
Somehow, Mondays always get me.
I know they’re coming. They always do.
But something seems to happen each weekend where routines and structure and rules all go out the door and in comes chaos.
The laundry explodes.
The kitchen doesn’t get wiped down before bed.
Every room, every surface seems to be covered in children’s toys, stray socks, random jackets. I’m not even sure if the clothing items belong to us sometimes.
Every Monday, I am left scrambling to reintroduce the rhythm to our household so we can survive the week.
But this Monday…
I’m not sure why this week was different.
Maybe it was the fact that we had a bunch of people over to watch football on Saturday.
Or that we didn’t really have anywhere to go this past weekend.
Or maybe last weekend we remembered to reset spaces at some point each day.
But when I walked into the kitchen this morning, it was glorious.
Like a breath of fresh air.
Or exhaling when you hadn’t even realized you were holding your breath.
Absolutely lovely.

I made my warm lemon and ginger water and headed down the hall for yoga.
Of course the moment passed quickly and before long, the kids had pulled out school books and papers and pencils and playdoh and breakfast and puzzles…


But it was a beautiful moment.
Monday will always come again.
Sometimes it will feel like it did this week.
More often, I will have a case of the Mondays.
I’m not perfect, after all.
Whether the glorious, peaceful sensation of an orderly household greets me first thing Monday morning or a little bit of “blah,” I will try to remember: every moment is a new opportunity.
Even when I awaken with a case of the Mondays, I know we can follow our weekday routine and reset the household, picking up whatever hasn’t been put away already; wiping down the kitchen; running the dishwasher.
And maybe, just maybe, Tuesday morning will be glorious too.