I’ve never been an “I hate Mondays” kind of person. As a matter of fact, there have been times in my life where I’ve welcomed them. When you have an interesting job (as I think mine is), Mondays aren’t always that bad. And being in Korea helps. When people in the States are knocking off on Friday, I’m already on the road Saturday morning. This gives me a whole Friday’s worth of work to do when I get in on Monday, catching up on any requests, question, or tasks that came in on my weekend. That, along with the work that comes up locally, keeps me busy enough for a few days.
Likewise, I’m not all starry-eyed for Fridays, either. Some are better than others, but I’m usually satisfied enough with my week by the time a Friday comes up. I enjoy my weekends, but it’s not the stress of the week that has me looking forward to it, it’s most often the ride I’ve got planned for the weekend and the adventures that usually come with it.
But sometimes there are the rougher Mondays anyway. Like when you walk in the door to set up for a presentation to find out the projector bulb mysteriously burned out during the weekend. Piled on top of all the other stuff you’ve got to get together, and all before your first official cup of coffee.
Well, at least it can’t get much worse.
I had a light week writing here last week. Tired, sick, finally recovering. Busy too — daughter and son-in-law flew in over the course of the week, and my son and his family come in on Thursday. Gonna be a full house for a day or two before everyone disperses and starts to go home. Always such a joy to see them all.
But it was Monday today, and not every Monday works out, no matter what else I have going on. I suppose today did, in the end. Had a backup for the bulb (don’t know how long that’s gonna last), and the rest of the day went like the clockwork it usually is. Still, it’s nice to get home and hear something beautiful to put my mind at ease…
Because your steadfast love is better than life, my lips will praise you.
Psalm 63:3
Glad you’re feeling better and have had time with your kids (and their families). I wonder in 15 or 20 years how often I will see my boys and try to cherrish every hectic, crud covered, adventurous day that we have.
And do you always keep light bulbs on hand for such an occasion? What a MacGyver move!