“Dear God, thank you because it’s not Monday anymore.”
For several years I listened and breathed a silent amen to my son’s prayer every Tuesday at breakfast. We always chuckled over that “Hallelujah, Monday’s over” prayer. Looking back now, I realize that I passed on to him my gloomy view of the first day of the work week.
You know that feeling when you start the week bleary-eyed after getting back home from a trip late Sunday night? I feel that way most Mondays, whether I went out of town or not. I don’t feel ready to get back to regular work and school routines, so I often start Monday morning with a vague sense of dread.
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