Clarifying Monday.

Monday; my favourite. A day of organised quiet, a hush after the rush of the weekend and the challenge that I unconsciously pose to myself each week to fit in as much activity as possible. I clean the house, I drink green tea and chamomile tea all day, I shower for longer than the hot water will last and paint my toenails whatever colour I feel will lift my spirit. It is a day of sanitizing; the house, my mind, my body. This, dear listeners, is why I love Mondays.

Today is no exception. The havoc of the past 3 days has left me with a swollen, brusied face after a disagreement with the ice outdoors rather than a maniac husband, as the raised lump on my right cheekbone may have others whispering. I am suffering from the sugar hangover, administered by the anti-medicinal portion of pudding that my disagreeing tummy was introduced to yesterday afternoon.

I awake late, dishevelled and ready for order to be restored. Leftover Lemon Meringue pie sits invitingly in the fridge but that, too, has to go in accordance with the scriptures of Sian Marie Monday which states that all and any sorts of temptation must be removed from her vicinity. Goodbye Meringue, have fun in the trash with your predecessor, Roast Dinner Remains.

I hear so many complaints of the return of each and every Monday. And I never understand it. This weekly gripe that so many people voice is as inevitable as the return of your next birthday, it happens as the Planet makes it's usual route around the Sun. Mondays will not fall from the Calendar lest you decide to hibernate for a whole 24 hours per week which, in the case of a busy mama who has too much to see and do, would be quite unacceptable. And after discovering that a man, a friend of my parents, of seemingly healthy nature passed away suddenly over the weekend at the age of 54, it gives me just another small nudge towards remembering that the passage of one week and the introduction of another is as much of a blessing as your next breath. Bruised face or not, i've been awarded the fortune of more time.

I love Mondays. I love that I have found a way to utilize them, to use them as a stepping stone to an inner-peace and tranquility that I can find only from a cleansed body, mind and house.

Of course, there'll be a day when Mondays no longer mean a day of cleaning house, home, person...one day i'll be back to the grindstone, employed by company rather than family duty, with lthe sight of my ittle girls running off to school becoming synonomous to the start of my working day. I wonder if i'll love Mondays so much then...