It’s Totally a Monday

The dog is barking. The baby is the crying. The oven timer is going off. The phone is ringing. It’s totally a Monday. 

The lovely Monday started with the dog waking me up with her loud bark. I pry my heavy lids open, beg for a snooze option on my beloved pet, and grudgingly roll out of bed to let her out only to find out it’s already too late—she pooped on the carpet upstairs…and surprise, downstairs too. So much for letting her out for a quick potty then crawling back into the warm cozy bed for another 15 minutes. Instead it’s poop pick-up, and the baby awakening to her barks. It’s totally a Monday. 

Well—no snooze option or 15 extended minutes of my warm comfy bed, but perhaps the baby will chill out with a bottle of milk on the couch while I take a warm shower. Wrong. Babes wants to be with me at all times, which also means, opening the shower curtain while I’m in there and yelling, “I see ya!” (Ok that part was incredibly cute). But no glorious, private, warm shower either, I’m afraid. It’s totally a Monday. 

Time to kennel up the pup, load up the babe, and drive to work. That part goes smoothly, but that was just a short reprieve from the rest of Monday’s antics… 

Being interrupted from one task (i.e. a conversation with someone) by text messages, emails, phone calls, etc, is par for the course in my line of work, but Mondays seem to carry the most interruptions. Oh, and as soon as I feel I have tended to one issue, I’m quickly alerted that there is yet another task or reminder buzzing on my phone. It’s totally a Monday. 

Then I think I have made the best decisions I could given my resources until I’m reminded that I could have done it this way. Being critiqued is a normal part of any job, but on this particular Monday, it was hard to avoid feeling “not good enough.” It’s totally a Monday. 

Forgotten supplies, last minute details for a meeting, errands around town, managing in a half unpacked home (while trying to find the time and energy to unpack the rest), cooking dinner, doing dishes, bath time, bed time, whining dog, frantic lady next door afraid of my dog…the list goes on for this particular day. Yes, it’s totally a Monday. 

But as I sit here thinking of the last 15+ hours I have been awake on this Monday, I cannot help but realize a few things. All of the above sounds fairly negative (what can I say, a girl needs to vent sometimes?). Although it feels good to vent about the crap (no pun intended), I very much need to remember one important fact—I was given this Monday to live. Although it was not filled with flowers, butterflies, rainbows, and all things warm and fuzzy, it was filled with life—the good, the bad, the ugly. Sometimes I do need a dose of perspective to keep my case of the Mondays in check.  I truly must look around, reflect on all I have been given, and be thankful. Did this Monday make me crave another Monday just like it? Heck. No. But am I grateful I was given the chance to deal with all the (perhaps mundane and annoying) problems Monday pose? I suppose I am. After all, tomorrow is Tuesday, and I will be thankful regardless.


Leap of Faith: Living Past the What Ifs

Have you ever found yourself in a “what if” frame of mind? Perhaps it’s the anxiety from the unknown that keeps you from living fully in the moment. I was having a good (and much needed) conversation with a friend about the many possibilities that could go wrong in this world we live in—whether it’s an illness, death, loss of job, unexpected bill, the list goes on. She gracefully reminded me there is so much we have little control over and the worrying about these “what ifs” in life serves no purpose and causes undue stress. And who needs that? 

It’s the moments and conversations like these that remind me one key element I am inadvertently neglecting at that time—faith. Every single day I wake up, plop my feet on the floor, and make the conscious decision to load up my daughter in her car seat, drive to daycare, then to work, I am taking risks. Would I call myself a risk taker? No. But everyday in the smallest acts, something could go wrong. Do some things go wrong? Of course they do. It is the times when I’ve forgotten Him, this power greater than anyone or anything, that I subconsciously allow the uneasy thoughts and feelings slowly creep in. I need to remember to trust, to hope, to pray, and to love without fear. All I can do is live in the present by doing the best I can. 

Some risks obviously have greater consequences than others. Although you would not find me swimming with the sharks, bungee jumping, or sky diving, you will find me entering marriage, having children, and working. Those all have risks too, right? Although there are not many “sharks” in my workplace, you sometimes do get bit. And when you “fall” in love, you’re diving into the unknown sky—you’ll never know fully what you’re getting into with this partner. What kind of challenges will you encounter on the way down? Will you land safely and soundly?  And children—you always hope you have the right equipment for protection and that the rush is exhilarating and worthwhile, but once again, you never know. In my humble opinion, each decision requires a leap of faith—a belief that something bigger and grander than myself has these matters in His hands, carefully watching and caring for them more than I ever will know. 

Here’s to another day of leaping.