When Tuesday Looks Like Monday
Tuesday looks like Monday when it’s your first day back to your regular routine in over a week.
It looks like Monday when you open the garage door and find your car parked all diagonal and gnarly on the pool floats.
Tuesday looks like Monday when you look down and see jumper cables in a knotted mess on the floor.
It really looks like Monday when you realize that while you were sleeping your husband had to jump the Jeep which you were the last one to drive.
Tuesday looks like Monday when you realize after receiving a text that your forgot the PTA meeting. That’s not good when you are the president and in charge of the agenda.
Tuesday looks like Monday when every text you get from your mother seems to be health related.
It can look a lot like Monday when you get your son’s picture that you already paid for and realize that in 20 years he will find it on one if those awkward family photo sites.
Tuesday seems a lot like Monday when you want more than anything in the world at that moment to text it to your brother and you can’t. So you text it to your cousin and his best friend instead.
After a fall break with pajama parties in the mornings, a luau and a dolphin encounter Tuesday doesn’t just feel like Monday it’s almost like December 26th.
Here’s hoping Wednesday morphs into aloha Friday…pretty please.