Maybe it was when I saw my son doing the Macarana yesterday during the reverence song at church, that I thought, "I am glad tomorrow is Monday. I am glad to start a new week."
Last week had its struggles.
I was offended.
I struggled to bite my tongue.
I was disappointed in others.
My to do list grew faster than I could cross things off.
My children had a mix of their own ups and downs.
I was antsy.
I kept having "self-talks" in my head; Mini pow wows with myself.
These are just a few of the main thoughts of these important meetings:
• My success as a parent does not depend on how happy my children are
• Don't let what you can't do keep you from doing what you can
• Don't choose to be offended
• Pick your battles
• Don't complain unless you are willing to speak up so others can hear what you have to say
So I went to bed last night with the hope of a new week. Ready to face what comes. Smiling I let myself sink into the pillow and fell asleep.
Then the alarm went off this morning. Not so happy to be facing a new week. I would much rather stay asleep. ;)
Who else is ready/not ready for a new week?
To start fresh?
A clean slate?
Who else struggles with getting up to an alarm and would much rather sleep in?