Monday, Monday ...

Tomorrow is Monday. What does Monday feel like to you?

Mondays, for me, mean that hubby heads back to work and that I spend day after day, hour after hour, home with my daughter.

Sometimes Mondays bring me one step closer to a night out with friends, though I have nothing planned this coming week.

This week I took my Sunday for grocery shopping, and miracle of miracles -- I shopped BY MYSELF! OMG! I so mean it was a miracle. I can't recall the last time I actually had that opportunity. I'm so serious. It was amazing. Not only no child, but my hubby was with the child, so no hubby, either. Ah, the thrill of it. Those of you who have this opportunity often, don't take it for granted. It's an incredible experience. It can even be peaceful, almost tranquil as you maneuver the aisles. heh heh. Yes, I seem to have lost my mind, don't I? I haven't. I can't even begin to express how relaxing it was to be able to sort through my coupons as I walked through the store, and pulled myself over to the side of the aisle without a cranky child or husband tagging along. A total thrill, I tell you.

Mondays mean meal planning, when I'm on the ball. And this week I actually am so on the ball, having done grocery shopping today, that I've planned my dinners for the week. Hooray! No last minute, 6PM calls on what to eat or what to have hubby pick up on his way home. That will be nice for a change. Especially since there are almost always the nights when 6PM is when he calls to say he has no idea when he will be coming home. Ah, the fun of it.

So, what's on your agenda for tomorrow?

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