Morose:( def ) manner; ill tempered, gloomy, sullen.


The perfect definition for my moodiness on Mondays. Having gone thru the whole “I may be dying of a brain tumor” scare, and trying to enjoy each day to it’s fullest, add a sense of guilt to my morose mood on Mondays.

Reflecting on the last nine months, I can’t remember a Monday I haven’t felt this way. Just a flat disoriented daze, that keeps my brows furrowed, and what I accomplish at a minimum.

This Monday, after going thru the blogs I read, getting the kids and the hubby out the door, I threw away any expectations of accomplishing anything. I grabbed a blanket, curled up on the couch with season 3 Sex and the City, and let my mind go blank. That’s what my brain wanted, so the rest of me relented.

I know I now need to start dinner, finish the same damn paperwork I fill out every year for Tayler’s Girl Scouts, and get dinner out of the way before her Girl Scout meeting. Make sure Satan’s Spawn not only works on his homework, but finishes it. Get everyone settled into bed with teeth brushed and bodies clean. Yes, the rest of my day.

Don’t get me wrong, I love my family and doing for them. I thank God for them, and for the health to do so. But on Mondays....... I really don’t like Mondays.