Now that I have a very regular weekday job for the first time since before Wallace was born, Monday means something to me. I’m generally one of those chipper folks with a solid work ethic, but the people I work with and the limits of my job are bringing me down. It’s also quite depressing to have a government position that pays nowhere close to a living wage, is part time, and has no benefits, therefore requiring that my income be subsidied by the government. A bit ironic, I think.
This particular Monday was made more Monday by my cold. I had a coughing fit while on the phone with a client and got whiplash from sneezing. I’m also on my period and got a headache from the whiplash. I would have rather spent Monday in bed with a book.
Wallace also tends to start out optimistic about Mondays, but by the end of the day he’s wiped out. I had to help him up from the floor half a dozen times before I put him to bed an hour early. We rarely have quality time together on weeknights and I hate all the fun moments I miss out on with him.
This job and school situation is temporary, so I hope Mondays will take on a new meaning again sometime.