Mondays and Midterms

Why does it feel like I'm more tired at the end of the weekend than I was when it started?

Also, when did weekends start to go by more quickly?

Back at work, and also I have three days to finish my midterm essays. I pretty much feel like my preparation is like this graphic:

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However, I'm not really watching 30 Rock. I think I only got to Season 3 before other TV shows entered my life. But don't worry, I'm busy catching up on Downton Abbey Season 3, Merlin Season 5, NCIS, The New Girl Season 1, and The Good Wife. It's a good thing I go to the gym a couple of times a week. That's when a lot of TV show watching is happening.

But I'm determined to prevail. PREVAIL! I will beat my midterm.

Perhaps me saying it will ensure this outcome. (*cough*Wishfulthinking*cough*)

Also, I did a lot of shopping because it was necessary (or I was just avoiding my essays). Got new towels (I can't believe I got excited about towels) and Christmas decorations (apparently I can't do the whole fall decorations bit so we skip right to Christmas. And I'm READY!)

How was your weekend?

Fresh Start

I'm actually always grateful when Monday comes around. 

I have more energy on Monday than I do on Friday.

Plus, I get to put the past week behind me. Wednesday was my death day last week.

I had to be somewhere by 3:45 AM. I had to drive myself. So that meant I had to be awake and take a shower before leaving on said adventure. 

From there, I returned home to nap, shower, and prepare myself for a wedding. Then I went into work again for another hour before trekking north. 

The wedding was lovely. The drive home at 9:30 PM was not. 

But while I was in the land northward, I stopped by one set of grandparents' grave. Grandma passed away in March and I haven't been to visit since. I don't do death or aging really well. But I went and had a long talk with Grandma and Grandpa. 

In all honesty, they probably thought I was silly to be sitting there talking with them. But I just needed to express some things out loud, without my friends listening. 

And I believe they heard and laughed with me and maybe shed a tear. 

But the best part of Monday? It's putting away all my worries from last week, and starting fresh again. No mistakes. Not a big to-do list. 

TGIM... Thank God It's Monday.

The World is Filled With Mondays

Some time ago, I read somewhere to think of Monday as the bright and shining part of the week. You TGIM, basically, because it means the beginning. Fresh start, blah blah blah.

My life is often a roller coaster of loop-di-loos, highs and lows, fast speeds (when tears are coming out of my eyes from how fast things are going) and slow climbs. Last year, I was grateful for Mondays because it meant that I could go back to work, back to my routine, back to my friends who were at work. Because my life outside of work was a mess and was awful.

But this morning, it took a lot out of me to get out of bed. I'm almost grateful that tomorrow I get work off. All to celebrate the pioneers who settled this state I live in. I plan to celebrate with sleeping in, lifting weights, a walk, and pool time. Maybe a trip to Target.

However, as I laid in bed and thought that maybe it would be a fantastic idea to skip Jillian Michaels this morning and sleep a little longer, I remember that one small piece of advice I read a couple of years ago. TGIM... Thank God It's Monday.

So I did.

And now I'm at work.

And waiting for 4:15 to roll around so I can skip off to the outlets on my way to my brother's house. 

Tomorrow will be better.

And maybe I'll return to my routine that I kept up for all of two weeks. 

Maybe we'll start blogging about some Jillian Michaels stuff 

(because let's be honest here... 

I only started looking good after I started doing her workouts).

How was your weekend?