{"id":3757,"date":"2012-05-14T11:03:55","date_gmt":"2012-05-14T09:03:55","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.runquiltknitwrite.com\/?p=3757"},"modified":"2012-05-14T19:20:04","modified_gmt":"2012-05-14T17:20:04","slug":"mondays-and-why-i-love-them","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.runquiltknitwrite.net\/?p=3757","title":{"rendered":"Mondays&#8230;..and why I love them&#8230;."},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a target=\"_blank\" href=\"http:\/\/www.runquiltknitwrite.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/05\/images-9.jpeg\" ><img loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-3758\" style=\"margin: 10px;\" title=\"images-9\" src=\"http:\/\/www.runquiltknitwrite.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/05\/images-9.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"234\" height=\"215\" \/><\/a>In the bad old days when I was working 200% as an accountant, Mondays were always a bad day. According to my apparently very tolerant husband, I would already fall into a black fink on Sunday afternoon. Personally I think this may have had more to do with the obligatory MIL visit, but we won&#8217;t go into that here.<\/p>\n<p>I do remember waking up on Mondays (and most other mornings, if I&#8217;m honest) with a slightly nauseous feeling of dread. After about 10 years I realized that this was a sign that I wasn&#8217;t really doing what I should be doing with my life. Once I&#8217;d changed direction, had babies and started making my life what I wanted it to be and not what other people wanted it to be, Mondays took on a whole new look.<\/p>\n<p>Now I think Mondays are my favourite day.<\/p>\n<p>You see on Mondays, by some strange sort of magic, more stuff gets done than on any other day of the week. I&#8217;m back on my own again after a busy family weekend, the house is generally fairly trashed and the laundry baskets are overflowing. But on Mondays I really swing into action. Of course a lot of what I do is dealing with the carnage. The washing machine is running non-stop, the hoover is doing heavy duty, I&#8217;m mopping floors and sorting stuff out.<\/p>\n<p>What I love is that I can tick off the jobs as they get done, and at least until the kids come home I can really see the difference. my world takes shape again and order is brought back in. This might sound really sad&#8230;.but it makes me feel extremely happy when I feel like I&#8217;m ontop of things in my own little world.<\/p>\n<p>Monday always feels fresh and new and as though I can get anything done. By Friday things have generally gone down the slippery slope a bit, but on Monday I feel like superwoman. The diet starts up again and I&#8217;m always full of plans and ideas and goals.<\/p>\n<p>Usually I&#8217;m juggling work and garden with all this action and maybe like today I&#8217;m starting to get myself organized for a trip (FQ Retreat woohooo!), but I like living like this&#8230;it feels like stuff is moving and getting done.<\/p>\n<p>I also try to do simple meals on Mondays &#8211; meat-free if possible &#8211; there&#8217;s a lot of driving on Monday evenings and anything complicated on the culinary front just ends up with me tearing my hair out and burning things. So simple and healthy is the way to go&#8230;and meat-free is a tiny step towards protecting the environment.<\/p>\n<p>For one day at least I feel like a domestic goddess!<\/p>\n<p>Helen<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>In the bad old days when I was working 200% as an accountant, Mondays were always a bad day. According to my apparently very tolerant husband, I would already fall into a black fink on Sunday afternoon. 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