Becoming like my mother...

I woke up this morning and realized that I had crossed over. I have become my mother. OK, not exactly - we are very different - but in one glorious way we have become the same. I now officially love Mondays. I grew up with the rest of the world - relagating Mondays like many out there - something to dread and endure.
The dreaded start of the new week. Heading back to school, going back to work. Having to go start a new, long week of working in the trenches. OK to clarify. I DO NOT actually work IN the trenches. I do not work in the minefields, and I have never dug a ditch. Don't go blogging me about working as a well digger or something. But retail can feel like the trenches at times. BUT OH WHAT A DIFFERENCE a day off can make. Now that we are pastoring, Harv and I have both managed to have Mondays as our day off. And oh how things have changed. I now love mondays. And the little voices in my head sound just like my mother - a whole week before me - like a blank slate - what can I all acomplish?! And so this monday morning as I look ahead and plan my week (and YES - there are LISTS involved. I could write a whole blog on my obsession with lists.) I add a new joy to my already happy mondays...blogging. Could life get any better? Just don't ask me how I feel about Tuesdays...