It's just another manic Monday...

"I wish it were Sunday,

'cause that's my fun day

my I don't have to run day

it's just another manic Monday"

(I'm dating myself but this was one of my favorite 80s tunes - the Bangles were so simply cool.  Nothing rocks more than an all girl band.) 

Those words ring so true to me now that the grown up life has snuck up on me.  No matter how much I try to prepare myself for the inevitable first day of the week it always seems to be a minor catastrophe.  Making sure laundry is done, lunch is packed, getting children in bed as close to bedtime as possible... all of these things help, but none seem to make the transition out of the weekend any more smooth.  Monday never ceases to be anything less than a harsh reality. 

Monday represents the point in time every week where time is no longer my own.  Routine takes over - work, school, dinner, bedtime are all set.  And even worse all the best preparations, efforts and intentions don't seem to diffuse the explosiveness of day one in the rat race.  Monday seems to taunt me as I continue to desperately search for the ever-so-elusive life/work balance.

As I sit in front of the computer after a long and crazy Monday I type as fast as my fingers can articulate my thoughts in hoping the stress of the day will melt away as I bang on the keyboard of my laptop to create this blog.   Taking back a piece of my Monday to do something for me.  After all doing what you love is what gives you purpose, peace and joy....