Another Monday morning.
Just when one gets used to relaxing weekends, it just disappears. WHOOSH!
Surprisingly, I’m grumpy, irritated and cranky on Mondays, something I don’t like. The whole house gets affected, the kids leave home crying, the hubby complains, while I sit and whine.
Well, I needed professional help.
Like any ‘new generation’ person, I googled “Monday blues” and found this interesting article, to fight M days.
The website had effective ways, and claimed it worked.
After I went through it, I felt like stabbing the writer (hereafter referred to as “Mr. W”) with a butcher knife. For me, he was the devil with horns, sitting on top of the refrigerator, or the countertop, or the steps, grinning and mocking, while I went insane.
The introduction was gentle.
Don’t let darn Mondays get you down. Get your spirits up, take a deep breath and charge on, full steam ahead.
OK. Cut it out. Let me get to the steps.
Just get out
The best thing to do on a Monday morning is to get some exercise or go for a walk that gets your feel-good hormones working. Ah, exercise makes you cringe does it? Never mind then, just find a green spot (lawn or nearby park) to stroll or even just sit down. Fresh air, sunshine and greenery are tremendous mood up lifters.
Well, how do you do that?
I realized, for me, Sunday nights were the longest. Trying desperately to sleep early and hoping to start the week at a fresh note; I fail miserably.
Hubby and I have started utilizing the endless S nights, by catching up on stuff: business and personal! (Hey, that’s on a to-do list too!).
Monday mornings, if I can force open my eyes and walk down to the kids’ room, I give a pat on my back; forget exercising. Most of the times, I’m just calling them out, from the bed, hoping they’ll get up like little angels, but…
Turn on the music
Once back from your exercise/ stroll, nothing works better than blanking your mind out with… some music. Take your pick – peppy numbers, lilting instrumentals, chants or whatever else works for you. Turn on your music system and let the notes set the tone for the day.
I already commenced my M days 30 minutes late, now what music was Mr. W was referring to?
Was he married? Did he have kids?
The definition of music at 7.30am at my house is hardly melodious.
“Did you get everything?”
“Did you comb your hair?”
“No. Where’s the comb?”
“It’s in the drawer.”
“Mom, it’s not there.”
“I always keep it there.”
“I do it too.”
“So where is it??”
“Look under the sofa.”
“Mom, I found it. Can you make pig-tails?”
“Pig-tails! Just comb and leave.”
“Mom, it’s raining. We need umbrellas. It’s not on the shelf.”
“When was the last time you used it?”
“Why do I’ve to remember everything?”
“Mom, I remember. When we went for piano lessons… It rained.”
“Did you leave it in the car?”
“Go look for it.”
“Mom, we’re getting late. The bus will leave.”
“Get in the car. I’ll drop you guys.”
“But you’re in your pajamas.”
“Just get in….”
For me, the music that uplifts me is a smiley face on the school menu that indicates I don’t have to pack lunch, I remembered to sign the forms, and I had leftovers for hubby’s lunch.
And if I already checked the weather, and I’d appropriate clothes ready, I was blessed.
Make sure you finish all the dirty work on Friday itself. Keep Monday for a fresh start.
Thirteen years back, I’d made a pact with life: I decided to be a homemaker.
Did Mr. W know that a homemaker’s work never ends? There’s no salary, no so called comp- offs, no vacation, no sick leave…
By the time, one storm is hurled out of the door; the presence of tornado inside is evident. The clothes are all over the room, the towels on the carpet, the dirty socks piled up in the corner, the ice-cream bowl in the bathroom.
Yes, you heard it right, in the bathroom. Someone had to go urgently, but couldn’t leave it. After all, the reason was genuine; it would melt. Talk about hygiene.
Well, Mr. W was a bachelor, living in Paradise.
But when I came to the concluding steps, I knew he was thinking about crazy homemaker, like me.
Make your Monday Hater club!
If you’re really down, call up a friend – in all probability, he might be equally blue and would love to hear from you. Or mail your pals and bitch about your blues. As all of them crib about Mondays (this does work!), you’d know you aren’t alone and will feel better. Those not big on mails, read something funny, start the day with a smile!
Just hog it
For all you foodies – grab your favorite chocolate and eat it all by yourself, right in the morning. Nothing is better than the guilty pleasure of early-morning-chocolate. You’re on a diet? Then make Monday your binge day. Believe me, food is the best way to beat the blues.
Now this was more like it! Won’t you agree?
If M days are driving you insane, just follow these two steps, and you’re good to go!
Have a very happy Monday; remember weekend’s just five days away!