Monday Mourning: And so it begins when the eyes have not yet opened, the alarm is set to go off, and that dreamy world is slowly slipping away. The mind begins to conjure up images of the day and the problems that seem unavoidable. The lips begin to move and form the words, “I hate Mondays.” You crawl out of bed and pick out your best black outfit. Murmuring into the shower, over the bowl of cereal, and all the way to the dreaded desk in the back office where mounds of work await. And the clock ticks ever so slow as the air is filled with dissatisfaction and not one single moment affords a smile. Co-workers approach with perky attitudes and depart with heads hung low as if they have just attended a funeral after leaving your presence. Mumblings continue on the commute home all the way through the evening news until the moment for bed arrives.
Tuesday Tirade: This day finds you at the top of your game demanding and belittling those who are blessed enough to be in your proximity. You wish you had a missile launcher to clear your path to work because everyone on the road is a moron. Your colleagues are graced with your snappy responses and treated like something stuck to your shoe that you cannot remove. Even the family dog is not immune to getting ‘barked at.’ You fall into bed exhausted after the multitude of idiots you have had to deal with all day.
Wednesday Whinning: Why are gas prices so high? Why can’t anyone put ink into the printer? Why is milk so expensive? Why do people make stupid decisions? Why don’t I get a raise? Why do I even work here? Why do I have to do all the busy work? Why didn’t I get invited to the important meeting? Why do people take up two parking spaces? Why can’t someone else mow the lawn? Why do I have to do all the decision making? Why can’t someone else do the dishes? Why do I have to always take out the trash? Why don’t I have more money in my bank account? Why do I have to get up so early?
Thursday Thin-Skinned: All questions, compliments and sentences set you off. Whether written or verbal, all forms of communication are going to irritate you. You find hidden meanings in everyone’s words that send you reeling into a silent simmering anger and possibly tears by lunch. You ready yourself for arguments that never happen, but you are prepared anyway. You sit at your desk and rehearse what you will say, how you will say it and practice squinting your eyes to show that you mean business.
Fretful Friday: You wake up disappointed by the fact that it isn’t payday. If it is payday, you dread the idea that you have to pay bills and all your money is gone before it has hit your account. You wonder what you will do all weekend if you are single. The prospect of a Netflix binge with junk food gorging sounds depressing. While everyone else is out having fun and posting selfies of excitement to their Facebook status, you will be using your shirt as a giant napkin to wipe the excess cheese off your fingers from the crunchy curls you are inhaling. If you are in a bad marriage or relationship, you wonder what your plan should be this time to avoid the other person for the next three days. You can’t fake being sick every weekend. You clear your throat indicating that a cough is coming on.
Someday Saturday: You don’t have to jump out of bed today, but this leaves room for the imagination to wander and begin to think about how you are doing nothing that you want to do. You had big hopes and plans to travel and live the high life, but you have found yourself in the same job year after year doing the same tasks over and over. Your vacation days are spent at home getting around to all those extra projects that can’t wait. You make yourself feel better by saying “someday I am going to..” and you repeat this weekly only to find that it never is happening. The closest you come to taking that big dream trip is watching the Travel station on cable. With more crunchy cheese curls on hand.
Somber Sunday: You might as well get into your car now and drive to work. Your mind is already there filing papers, answering phones and fixing problems. The entire day is spent dwelling on where you will be tomorrow and you are totally missing today.
I hope none of you are living your days like that. I know some who do. When you look for the good things in life, more show up, but it begins with a smile no matter what, having positive conversations with those around you, believing you are here for a reason, and being grateful to God for everything. It doesn’t hurt to pray for help once in awhile either. Let heaven help make your weak be strong.