Monday, I don't care for you.

You know those "Get to Know You" quizzes that flood your inbox every few months? Well, I am not likely to forward them because they're somewhat annoying. But if I'm in a time wasting mood I'll at least reply back to the sender.

There is one question I'm always interested in other people's answer to on these things, and that is "What is your least favorite day of the week?" A very telling question, I tell you. I dread Mondays, for example. (And sometimes Sundays. I know, I know - it's terrible. I'm a terrible person for saying it. But I feel like until all my children are a little older and have learned the importance of quietude on Sunday, I'm just not going to "enjoy" them much.) I'm thinking that what this says about me is that I have a hard time getting going. And really, that's every morning, not just Mondays. The difference is that on Mondays, it sticks with me all day.

It's not that I don't try. But nothing REALLY gets me going on Monday - not a fresh batch of cookies, my favorite book, favorite reruns. Not even the beats of JT and a good run. I try all day long to find just the right pick-me-up, tackling projects, running errands, planning a nice family home evening lesson. And so go figure, my least favorite day ends up being my most productive day. And consequently the most exhausting. Hmmm. So what this also says about me is that once I get going, it's difficult for me to stop. So true.

My bet is that most people actually like Mondays. It's the start of a new week. Your energy is (ideally) renewed. It seems more normal to dislike a day like Wednesday, which is smack dab in the middle of the week, the climax of one's busyness, the point at which you're simple enduring - far away yet so close to Friday.

But maybe I am wrong and I'm normal after all?