Monday's are an interesting day. I usually view them with so much hope and anticipation. There is a list of activities, events, books, and crafts to complete. But since this is also life there are meals, bills, appointments, errands oh yeah and cleaning. So there is a zeal and determination that I meet each new Monday with.
Right around noon on Monday all I can muster up is a no, I can't nap yet, is this the baby boy's poop or the cat's, I don't care go ahead and eat the cake for lunch. Shortly before I settle deep into piles of laundry, 2:30pm rolls around. Time to dance.
This event is met with its own chaos of hair, clothes, water bottles, and oh you expect to eat again-before I leave. But what does this mama good is the walk. We live well within walking distance to the dance studio; a 15-20 leisure stroll or the more frequent 10 minute power walk because I couldn't find my keys.
I appreciate this walk, the sights the sounds. I love the brightness of the sun shining over downtown shortly before sunset begins. I appeciate the air the beautiful chill of Autumn inhaling deeply into my lungs. I enjoy the changes nature is sharing as it prepares for a long winter's sleep. I work on my connection with the kids taking turns of who will come along and giving them undivided attention.
I really enjoy the 60 minute of quiet time that I might get while class goes on. Mom of 8, out of the home worker, Hubby's side job assistant, kids home full time, married means very little alone quiet time. Normally I would never say I need or want that time. I covet this time. I feel refreshed and awake as I return to the other 9 and all the demands that I wholeheartedly accept.
You might have to check back with me as our Indian summer turns to blistery frozen winter and we move out of walking distance...but for now it is this simple thing that makes my Monday.
