Bright morning! Today is the first Monday that has felt like a Monday (think Garfield) in a long time. One of my idiosyncrasies is that I need a LOT of sleep each night to feel good. Most mornings I feel pretty darned good since I started going to bed earlier, but once in a while, there will be a kink in the plan.

Last night I got up for what I thought was a brief moment but was called downstairs by my night shift working son. I went straight back to bed after seeing what he wanted to show me but when I got back in bed all I could think about was how my blog entry* from yesterday needed to be edited. This I had discovered just before going to bed last night. Since I couldn’t figure out how to do so from my phone, I had left it for the next day, or so I thought. My brain had other plans. Before I knew what was happening, I was back downstairs cleaning up the editorial mess I had made of my blog. (* a blog now closed)

While this was not the most welcome of hours to be up, it did afford me some time with my son. We talked and laughed and joked about our dogs, Baby Boy and Baby Girl, little knowing that MONDAY was coming on the heels of one of those dogs. The Baby Boy. (Cue dramatic music.)

Again I woke before I wanted to be awake and again I was unable to go back to sleep. I lingered in bed, unwilling to face the day fully, lamenting the lack of sunshine at an hour that was bright and cheerful a few short weeks ago. I messaged a couple of friends on my phone (thank you Shannan for the glimpse of sunshine from the East coast) and soon my husband’s alarm was going off to herald the start of a new workweek.

I stayed in my bed, formulating a plan for the day and wondering how I was going to get started on the things I needed to do after having received short shrift from whomever doles out sleep. Suddenly, (more dramatic music) I realized that Sir Baby Boy of the Sixteen Years of Life (so far) had just peed all over my husband’s side of the bed. Galvanization replaced sloth and those sheets and mattress pads were stripped off faster than I ever thought possible.

And so began Monday. All things considered, there are worse things to have than a case of the Mondays, even if it feels like the Monday-est Monday ever. I’m grateful our little fuzzball is still keeping us company after all these years and that the worst we have to deal with is a sometimes leaky bladder. I’m grateful we have a washing machine in our home so that I don’t have to drag icky sheets to a laundromat. I’m grateful for my friends who helped me greet the day before the mess and for my husband who took all the dogs out after to prevent further accidents. I’m grateful for a good conversation with my son in the wee hours of the morning.

I leave you this morning with a blessing: May your Monday be filled with more sunshine than dark, more laughter than tears, more action than sloth, and may you find small joys around every corner.