The song may well go I don’t like Mondays but as it so happens I love Mondays. Mondays are when you start again. Fridays on the other hand are pants.
To fit with my OCD tendencies (which are random and fleeting) I have five different to do lists – one for me, one for Percy, one for Alby and two for the house. On them are such things as “ironing”, “water plants”, “clean Percy’s eyes”, “bleach toilet”, “nursery rhymes with Alby”. On Monday mornings I wake up enthused and eager to start ticking things off the lists. Come Friday I am dejected – staring at a selection of lists which haven’t been updated properly for four days.
Over the weekend I get to make some progress – only some as Alby has become incredibly apt at ensuring that for every one thing I clean he messes up two, but things get done.
And then it comes to Sunday evening and I get to go to bed knowing that with the morning comes a fresh start. The lists are wiped clean. The motivation is high and for at least three hours I am the most inspired person in the UK
I still have a stupid wish that one day I’ll get to Friday still riding the Monday high. Now to find me a shooting star…
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