The days before Monday

Sometimes Monday mornings are a real kick in the teeth. The endless week looms ahead, the promise of two precious days off is so far away it seem like a dream, and a strong and steady caffeine infusion offers the best hope for getting this first long and grumpy day over with. 

This was one of those Mondays for me.  I woke up late (too late to shower), I forgot my sunglasses on the brightest day we've had all year, and my wallet on the day I needed a decent latte more than ever.  I was happy I managed to brush my teeth and kiss my baby before running out the door.

I just knew from the start it was gonna be a long one.  But on these tough, out of sort Mondays, I always fall back on one thing, the memory of the two little glorious days before it.  And oh how glorious our last weekend was. We packed Jake up in the car and headed south to visit his great grandfather for a family slumber party, and it.was.amazing.  The sun shone, the flowers bloomed, the conversation was fun and comforting.  Whether he was running around the garden searching for new adventures and discoveries, wading through sand bars with his super cool Uncle Jon, or sitting on the porch with his GG watching his dad and uncle duke it out over an intense game of Bocce, my boy had no problem finding ways to entertain himself.  The world was his oyster, and all I had to do was sit back and let him go discover it.  

Chillin' on the patio

This guy spent a good 45 minutes escorting his GG's walker up and down the ramp.  

So I chose to survive this Monday on bad instant coffee and flashbacks of this perfect weekend: sipping out of cold glasses on colorful patios, making up for lost time with family members we've missed for too long, playing silly card games until all hours of the night, stretching out on perfectly manicured lawns to drink in the sun. Laughing together. Eating together. Being together.

Hello Gorgeous

Just thinking about it gave me enough gas to get on with my day, and around noon I found myself doing something I wouldn't have thought I would do when I got up this morning.  I broke out in to a fit of giggles thinking back to a little incident involving strawberries, peanut butter and good intentions.

Playing Bocce

Keeping track of any cheats

Yes, those two little days, where time flies far too quickly, are the best part of my beat-the-monday-blues regime. And today just thinking about them made it all better.

Life....

is.....

Good.

 Good night Monday, see you next week.

Even the car had a good weekend