SUNDAY

Sundays are my day to just be.  No matter what I have going on, I find that I am most at my normal, relaxed, uncomplicated self on Sundays.  There is something about a Sunday that just makes me feel comfortable.

It does not matter if the sun is shining.

It does not matter if where I am or who I am with.

The clothes I have on and the state of my hair and make up have no impact.

I simply feel like me, no matter what is going on or who is around.

One of my favorite quotes is, "To thine own self be true," which is from Hamlet.

In other words, be who and what you are.

I find this easiest to do on Sundays.  Maybe it's because I spend the rest of the week being what everyone else needs me to be or wants me to be.  It could be that I have so many roles to play that finding "me" and being that person gets harder and harder. 

But Sundays always seem to bring me back to my t-shirt and jeans, barefoot, ponytail, chap stick, laying on the couch reading a book and eating a bowl of cereal self.  I don't remember choosing to be this way, but as Elizabeth Lyons says, "Bloom where you are planted."

Just be what you are.  Even if you have to wait until Sunday to do it.

SATURDAY

Saturdays, I realized, are my day of options.  I always have A MILLION things I could do/work on/attempt/ignore on Saturdays.  But alas, there are only 24 hours to fit these things into and some things just don't fit. 

{Am I the only person alive who believes Saturday needs at least a ten hour extension for practicality purposes?}

Anyway, if you look at this picture, there are five different slides in view that you could ride on.  

I would equate my normal Saturday as being at this park and someone telling me I'm only allowed to pick two slides, when all five of them appear decidedly fun, unique, and worth my time and effort.

I guess the secret to a successful Saturday is enjoying the slide you have time for, with the knowledge and hope that you can come back next Saturday to try the others.

Or, if you are like my son, you can whiz through each slide proving that time can't stop you, and if you do it right you just might have time for the swings too. 

FRIDAY

Finally. 

Friday.  I can relax.

Why do Fridays always just have that relaxed feeling, like things are just a bit more carefree and fun than they were just a few short hours ago on Thursday?

I guess it doesn't really matter.  All that matters is that when Friday hits, you find a place to relax....whether that's watching a game of some sort, or having dinner with friends, or some comfy pajamas and a couch (or in my case all of the above).  We had some friends over to watch the game, and I was so relaxed I may as well have been napping in the sun on a soft piece of grass.

And, after Friday, anything can happen.  We'll see what this weekend brings. 

THURSDAY

Thursday is when everything comes together.  You're mostly done with what you had on your "to-do list" for the week and your weekend plans are heating up.  Who doesn't wake up excited on Thursday?  Thursday is also our most likely night for family together time, and this week we spent the evening watching Landon dump half a bottle of Parmesan onto a piece of pizza at Fazoli's and then went to Gander Mountain and Michael's.  I'll let you decide which store was for me and which store was for my husband. 

No matter how you look at it, you just can't be mad at Thursday.  I cannot recall a single bad day in my life ever occurring on a Thursday.  And, after all, when it's over, that means it is finally Friday.

WEDNESDAY

Wednesday is my day of progression.  After all that happens on Tuesday it would be easy to lose the wind in your sails.  But I know that it's Wednesday, I'm one day closer to the weekend, so if I just keep going I'll get there.  Kind of like this leaf in my front yard that is in the Wednesday stage of it's bloom:

You can look at Wednesday either as a meaningless day in the middle of the week with mediocre prime time television shows, or, you can look at it as a step in the right direction, a forward movement to where we all want to be, which is the weekend.  It's all downhill after Wednesday.  You've done the climbing on Monday and Tuesday, so Wednesday is the peak of any mountainous week. 

TUESDAY

On Tuesday things usually seem to get more productive.  This is when we sort of "find our groove" and through hard work and a push to get through the week, we deliver whatever our project is with full force and capability.  One of my friends had an especially precious delivery this week:

This is the sort of thing that makes up for the existence of Mondays.  Tuesday can almost completely erase the horrible aftertaste left by a Monday like a gallon of Colgate attacking a garlic clove.  Tuesday can be so productive, in fact, that it takes that Monday bad attitude and quietly yet forcefully turns it into a Wednesday smile.  It just goes to show you, with a little push great things can happen, and why not on a Tuesday?

MONDAY

So I've been a little out of touch with 1000 Words this week.  Not sure why, I mean, it's not like I didn't have the same 24 hours in each day, but this week just seemed a little crazy!  Anyway, this is my own personal study of what the names of each weekday mean to me.

Mondays are a lot like all of the bills that come in our mail.  Everyone hates 'em.

This past Monday, for me, was marked by things I couldn't finish, things gone wrong, not enough sleep, not enough money, not enough hot water for the epic shower I desperately wanted to take, and not enough common sense.  That's why I say the definition of Monday, in it's simplest form, is UGGGGGGGGGGG.  That's a U followed by 11 Gs, and for each moment of the day that you say, "UGGGGGGGGGGG," you add another G.  A really bad Monday might wind up looking like this:
"UGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!"

Monday usually comes all too soon after Sunday, which is a day of awesome bliss, and just sort of ruins the mood.  Anyway, the only redeeming quality of Monday is that it ends.