"To myself I am only a child playing on the beach, while vast oceans of truth lie undiscovered before me."
Monday, February 09, 2009
Mondays are Mine
I know, I know - most of you dread Mondays. Me? I rather look forward to them. Because on Mondays, from 8:00 a.m. to 3:00 p.m., I am HOME. ALONE. BY MYSELF. IN THE QUIET. I never plan anything for Mondays. The kids go to school, Hubby goes to work, and I cherish my time to myself. I can sit around in my jammies, read blogs and Facebook, sleep, eat what I want (I just wolfed down two Junior Chili Cheese Frito Snack Wraps from Sonic, and a handful of cherry sours washed down with a swig of ginger ale. I think I might throw up now, but at least there won't be anyone knocking at the door yelling, "MOM?!?" while I'm doing it!). I might throw a load of wash in on Mondays - I might not. I might make phone calls or pay bills - I might not. The beauty of Mondays is that I do what I want. I think everyone needs a day like that, don't you?
I am a GRITS (Girl Raised In The South), a 3rd generation Texan with roots in Mississippi and Tennessee. I have a wonderful husband and three great kids - a son in the Navy, an daughter studying Theatre at Texas A&M-Corpus Christi, and a son who plays trombone in the high school band. My mom is a three-time survivor of breast cancer - a disease that affects mothers, daughters, sisters, and friends - please click on the link below to help fund mammograms for women who can't afford them!