It's another Monday morning. As a stay-at-home mom now, that doesn't mean the same thing as it used to when I was working. Now, instead of a the ominous feeling that has surrounded the first day of the week in the past, I feel a surge of optimism on Monday mornings. I look forward to getting the house organized again after the weekend when we let things go a little, planning the meals for the week, figuring out what projects I want to complete, and spending time with Marley. I feel very lucky that my husband has given me the opportunity to stay home and be a mom. Granted, I told him on our second date (after some drinks) that I wanted to be a stay-at-home mom...so he was well aware when he said "I do." Most days, I love my job...although, there are some trying times too, more on those on another day. Mark doesn't always love the job he has now, the job he took in order to get his homesick wife back to Michigan. My hope for the (near) future is that he will find a job that allows him to feel optimism on Mondays, not the dread that makes him a little cranky on Sunday nights now.
(Did you notice that I woke up and blogged right away????? That's PRODUCTIVITY!!)