Motivational speaker Gavin Oattes has campaigned to stop us wishing away Mondays. They make up 1/7 of our week or 52/53 days of the year. In 2019 he even went around handing out balloons trying to turn blue Monday into ‘Balloon Monday.’
I know since my school days, Sunday night / Monday morning I was always full of dread.
Since I heard him talk about this at a work conference many years ago, I have been mindful of this.
Monday should be a day of hope, possibilities. A new week, a blank page.
Sadly over the last couple of months I have started to hate Mondays again.
I work part time Wednesday to Friday and so I am off Mondays and Tuesdays.
These are the days I have tried to dedicate to self care. Me time once the boys go back into school.
However, over the past couple of months, I have begun to hate Mondays all over again.
Why?!
Partly because my little boy is really struggling. Sunday night he has the same tummy ache I had when I was a child, the impending doom of Monday morning and the week ahead. A week he knows his Dad won’t be here for as he continues to serve his sentence. Monday mornings we usually have tears at the school gates. He tells me that he just wants to be at home with me as he already misses his Dad so much. I feel awful for making him go into school knowing he’s going through an adverse childhood experience.
Mondays I am off. Yes I have things I could be doing like cleaning the house, doing the washing. The truth is, I only have so much energy and motivation.
Monday for me right now feels like a full week ahead of juggling kids, work, cleaning, shopping etc etc all on my own as I’ve been forced into being a single parent.
I can’t wait for this to be over..come 9th December when my husband is relaased, Mondays will hopefully be full of possibilities again.
After the knock 
I totally understand this. I was the same as a child too. It’s really difficult when thrust into a situation like this to see the small hills in the week ahead instead of the mountain. Xx
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It’s even tougher when you were there yourself as a child. I remember those tummy pains tummy aches I now know were real symptoms of anxiety.
My son, like me, has had enough of this half a life. He just needs his dad back 😥 xx
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I remember being in jobs and hating that Sunday night feeling, it was awful. Roll on December xx
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