I am not ready for Monday. I am not. I woke up later than usual, I rolled around in bed for a bit, procrastinating. Kamel was up and around and I was a lying under the covers like a star fish. Monday, I am not ready for you.
This weekend was the perfect combination of running around, much needed girl time, and lazy-assness. While I was out drinking wine and laughing about our life-mates with a gaggle of ladies, Kamel was king of his kingdom at home, watching movies and puttering around. When he walked down to our neighborhood Walgreens, the guy behind the counter called him out on his alone-ness.
“She’s out tonight?”
“It’s alright, she’ll come back.”
My response to this: Holy shit the people at Walgreens know us? And as a duo at that? I’m mildly embarrassed and also kind of impressed.
On Sunday we did nothing (ok, I worked a little… but generally we did nothing). You know how long it’s been since we’ve done nothing and had no pressure to run around the city doing a million things? Probably a year, without exaggeration. We stayed in bed, Kamel made breakfast and then brought it back to bed, we thought about maybe going to Target, then decided we could live without it, we played video games, then I fell asleep for another two hours. When we got up it was only to get lunch. We did some wedding craft projects, watched some TV, made mac and cheese for dinner. Monday, I am not ready for you. I want to go back to Sunday.
So, in honor of Wow I am not ready for Monday Day. I’m going to move a little slower, be a little kinder, a little more understanding to others, I’m going to take it easy at work, keep my expectations low, and just roll with it. I am not ready to join the world of the movers and the shakers, but if I have to, I’m gonna ease into it.