Being at home, I love Mondays. The boys are tired from a busy weekend with Dad and always nap well. I am rejuvenated from having two solid days of lots of help from John (even in the midst of his studying for a giant financial exam). There are errands to run and a long to-do list that I won’t worry about totally completing until Friday. Even when I don’t get a lot of it done, I know the rest of the week is still ahead of me. I don’t get stressed out like I do later in the week, and we can generally have a lot more fun because of it.

I love that motherhood has changed my perspective on life in so many ways. Mondays are days of hope, expectation, accomplishment. Who knew that was even possible?