The tweet that almost was: “When I enter therapy one day, it won’t be Mom who gets all the blame. It will be the Mondays.”
All the Mondays. I admit it. I fall prey almost every single week. See, there’s this tiny little rational part of me that thinks, “Hey it’s Monday! Everything starts up again, and endless possibilities line up as if in answer to the ringing of the bell at the Stock Exchange.” But then McDonalds forgets to give me my hashbrown and some new little thing falls completely OFF the car and I discover a bit of homework or lunch money that failed to make it to the back-packs and my fountain Diet Coke tastes like sheer carbonation with brown food coloring. True story.
And, boom, I walk right into the room for all the gripers and we sit around and moan about all our first world problems. And then I tweet about it. And sometimes I swear – just a tiny little bit. And I sort of why-God-why at the heavens.
But today I did something else too. I knelt right down at the side of my bed – really knelt there just like I was on Little House on the Prairie or something. And after getting there, instead of praying that God would take all the crap away and while-you’re-at-it add in the winning numbers to Powerball and a boatload of my more recent dreams, I prayed that I wouldn’t waste the day by not bringing a single thing to it. At least one thing. If I could please not exude Monday right back into Monday’s face, but instead turn the other cheek and, like, Friday it.
I had a teacher in high school who used to say as we left her classroom, “Go be a blessing.” I will never forget that woman, and I will never forget those words. I knew I wasn’t going to be a blessing to the whole wide world today. But I was just about to pick up Jake. And I really wanted to greet him with a smile.
Now, tell me, does the Monday cliche grab you by the hair and make you scream Serenity Now! too? Or is it just me? And do NOT be afraid to confess that you greet Mondays like Pollyanna herself. I could use the shining example.