I think I’m just tired. But every morning I wake up and count the days until Saturday. Weekdays really are fine. Productive, smooth, joyful. And still. I drag out of bed, wishing everyday was Saturday, telling myself that weekdays really aren’t that bad. They’re not. They really aren’t bad at all. I have SO MUCH great stuff to show for my weekdays. And once each day gets going I’m reminded how really-not-bad it is.
Thankful it’s Thursday: The weekend is so close.
Thankful it’s Thursday: Andrew comes home early on Thursdays.
Thankful it’s Thursday: I have some cool things I plan on doing today.
But all that brainwashing doesn’t change that really…I wish it was Saturday.
Man. I gotta DO something about this. This weekday-funk has been bringing me down a little each day since Christmas. I need my weekday mornings to be less hum-drum. I’m going to set this right. I just know it.
I made this page about Andrew’s last birthday party. Collages are my key to success right now and I am going to ride that train until it kicks me off! More collages!
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Love It!! What a fantastic layout :) xx
I really love this post. I love your honesty and how you admit that your positive thinking just isn’t cutting it.
Weekends are nice.
This time of year is really hard, I think.