Monday-Monday

Article by Janice Garrison

Monday Monday, so good to me,
Monday Monday, it was all I hoped it would be
Oh Monday morning, Monday morning couldn't guarantee
That Monday evening you would still be here with me.

Monday Monday, can't trust that day,
Monday Monday, sometimes it just turns out that way
Oh Monday morning, you gave me no warning of what was to be
Oh Monday Monday, how could you leave and not take me.

Every other day, every other day,Every other day of the week is fine, yeah
But whenever Monday comes, but whenever Monday comes
You can find me cryin' all of the time.

Lyrics from “Monday Monday” by the Mama’s and Papa’s. It’s one of my “old” favorites.

When I was working I used to dread Monday’s. It’ meant five more days of waking up at 4:30am and hopefully getting to bed between 9 and 10pm. I did that for about 25 years. When I look back I wonder how I did it all, working, taking care of our home, raising our kids, being a wife, church, shopping. I bet a lot of heads are shaking up and down right now as you identify with the scenario.

Friday rolled around and it was met with much more enthusiasm as I anticipated the weekend ahead. I almost always picked up some kind of take out food for Friday nights. Saturday was cleaning and cooking day Sunday was church, finishing up laundry in the afternoon and hopefully catching a nap before evening services. It was our routine and if it varied much, something had to be left undone. We didn’t do a lot for entertainment, there just never seemed to be much time left for anything else.

Before I knew it, the kids were grown and married, grandkids came along, and we finally got to retire in 2004. I thought at last…..we will have more time! Not!! Ask anyone who’s retired and they will likely tell you, “I don’t know where the time goes”. It’s true too. I always heard that the older you get the faster time goes and it certainly seems that way. Are there still 24 hours in a day? Really??

My views on time and days have changed dramatically. I still plan events and days, but now I live differently. I know that each day could be my last and I try to live “prepared”. Prepared to meet God should he come today. I no longer live in dread of Monday’s. I’m not anxious to leave my loved ones, and I can’t fully wrap my head around not being with them, but I believe what the bible says and I am learning to wait with eager expectation.