To those of you who can hop out of bed on a Monday morning, smile on your face and workout clothes all ready to go, I envy you. I am not one of those people. I hit the snooze button twice, consider skipping a shower for more sleep, and lay in bed stressing about the things I have to do this week. I long for Sunday afternoon, when I was happily eating an ice cream cone at the mall — my biggest worry, to get sprinkles or not to get sprinkles.
I got sprinkles.
Of course, reality eventually sets in. I get up, make my bed, take a shower and make my oatmeal. I pack my lunch and get my laptop bag ready to go. I dry my hair halfway, swipe on some mascara, and make myself somewhat presentable. And then it is time to go.
Though I wish it was Sunday morning, when I was still in bed, I know it’s time to face the day. And I do.
But it’d be a lot more fun if I could face it with some sprinkles. Maybe in my coffee…
How do you feel on Monday mornings?
Sprinkles, or no sprinkles?