Mondays are hard for everyone, am I right? The weekends seem to last all of maybe 5 minutes while the work week is something like the movie Interstellar, when they are on that planet for like an hour but it amounts to 20 years in Earth time. That’s the work week, it’s really only 5 days, but it feels like a time suck of approximately 737 years.
I feel particularly sensitive to Mondays since becoming a working mom. It’s like opening a wound every week, picking a fresh scab that grew over the weekend. Having to wake the kids early, instead of letting them sleep until they wake naturally. The daycare drop off, and all of the emotions that come with it. The concern for their well being throughout the day. Always feeling divided, like you’re not quite fully present at work because part of you is elsewhere.
I’m sure I’m not alone in these feelings. Working moms have been conquering the daily grind for many years before me, and I’m not unique. And truthfully, I enjoy my job, I feel a sense of calling and purpose in my work that is fulfilling to me as a woman and a believer in Christ. Feeling called to be a working mom and feeling the tension of being a working mom are not mutually exclusive; they go hand in hand. You can find fulfillment in your work and acknowledge that you miss your children, want to be with them, desire to care for them and hope you’re doing it right.
So, Happy Monday, fellow working moms. May your coffee be strong and your days be short.