Monday is an especially tense day for me. I do not spend time on Sunday dreading having to go to work on Monday. I spend very little time on Sunday thinking about going to work on Monday. In fact, most Sundays, once I wake up, and decide it is not a work day, I do not think about work again.
Until I wake up on Monday, and know that I have to go to work. But I am usually tense on Mondays. I worry about what I forgot about last week that I need to remember this week. I want to get as much work done as I can. I am goal or task oriented, and I worry, that if I screw up on Monday, I will be behind the rest of the week. So, for me, Mondays are tense.
I have long said that I do not do anything on a Monday night that feels like work: no housework, yard work only if it something I enjoy, no serious decisions. Well, I have had to break my rule. Once a month, I go to the Catholic Charities board meeting on a Monday night. But, I do try to keep my rule.
Today was an especially tough day. It is the first work morning after the change to Daylight Savings Time. So, when I got up, 6 o'clock on the clock was 5 o'clock in the body. I dragged myself to work, and arrived on time, but barely. I left work to attend the funeral of the husband of a co-worker, midday, and returned to work.
I stayed at work to accomplish all the tasks that I wanted to do this day. Which meant that I stayed later than usual, but because of leaving for the funeral, I did not work overtime.
After work, I had a couple of errands to run, so arrived home at about 6:45 PM. I fed cats and did homecoming chores, and could not wait to sit and just be.
Even now, though, sitting and writing, I am having trouble relaxing my body. I am in an upright chair. I think I need to move to a reclining chair to get the relaxation that I need.
Mondays are tough Funerals on Mondays make them tougher. And the time change makes my body feel out of whack.
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