When I worked in Silicon Valley, pre-kids, Monday morning had a completely different context for me. It would set in at about four o’clock Sunday afternoon that Monday morning would soon be upon me. I needed to “shift” modes internally to put on my “kick ass and take names” hat, ditch self-care and relaxation that I tried to embody on the weekends, and get back to work. Most people who work full-time Monday through Friday jobs don’t have the luxury of taking the beginning of the week – the Monday morning – a little easier.
It is quiet today here in my house.
The children, one-by-one,
kiss me and leave,
the door swinging behind them.
Like the calm after a hurricane,
there is mess in their wake–
and yet the storm will return,
perhaps with less force later on.