Monday Morning Blues

The names of the days of the week are derived from a period in Anglo-Saxon England when the people worshiped the same pagan gods that made up those in the Norse pantheon. Monday, as the second day of the week, was so called because it was the day the ancients deemed as  sacred to the Moon. Hence, as  the first day was named in honor of the Sun,  the second day was named in honor of the Moon.

But, poor Monday sure does get a bad rap, doesn't it?  How many times do we here someone say, "I hate Mondays?"  Why, I even say that myself...almost every single Monday. We wake up Monday mornings with this cloud hanging over their heads as we leave our weekends behind. We don't even feel like getting out of bed, let alone getting dressed and leaving the comfort of our home. We're feeling too tired to face the week.  We suffer from the Monday morning blues. Actually, for some of us, myself included, they start as early as Sunday night as we are forced to come to terms with the fact that the weekend is almost over. 

Some people literally hate their jobs, and others dread the fact that they have to work for another five days before they get some time off. Sometimes our weekends are so busy that we have little time for rest and recuperation before we have to return to work. But, in most cases, the 'blues' come from a disrupted sleep-wake cycle. We stay up late and sleep in on weekends, then go to bed just 10 hours later in preparation for the new work week, often ending up with Sunday night insomnia. By Monday morning, our sleep cycle has shifted, making it difficult to get out of bed, leading, of course, to the Monday morning blues.

I dislike Monday mornings with a passion, but the fact is, there is no way around it. I did play the big lottery in the hopes of finding a reason to retire, but since that didn't work, it's up and out there to make a buck.   So, to make my Monday morning a bit more manageable, I take care of whatever I can on Sunday...lay out clothes, prepare lunch, set out accessories, get my purse ready, make sure keys and metrocard are where they are supposed to be, and, of course, have coffee pot set for ten minutes before my alarm goes off. Still dislike being rudely pulled away from 'dreamland', which as I grow older has once again become quite vivid, and climbing out of bed, but having all this accomplished does somewhat take the edge off. If only the weekend could include Monday, it would be perfect, wouldn't it? But, think about it. Then it would probably turn into the Tuesday morning blues.

Happy Monday!!!