I Like Lasagna

Monday tends to suck for many people because it's the first day of the work/school week.  But what happens when it's not that kind of day for you?  For instance, my sister has worked many retail jobs, and her weekend is often not on a Saturday or Sunday.  Or, with me and lots of stay-at-home moms and dads, who don't actually go to work, Monday could be just another day.  But it's not.  I don't know if it's because I've been in school so much of my life, and even after graduating out of being in school to working in a school, Mondays still had a similar feeling.  Aside from the lack of sleep and the awful feeling that I'd be away from Romy for another day (hence me taking this year off), Mondays didn't always seem to bad.  I like the structure of a work week.  Knowing that the post office is open offers me some sort of weird comfort.  On weekends, I need my "me time" away from Romy, though Matt and I are still working out the kinks on that one.  When Monday comes around, I am ready to resume my duties as Mom.  Plus, I like how everyone else is back in the office on Mondays.  Because of that, there's always the possibility of an email from my editor or someone else telling me about a conference or a million dollar movie deal I may get (as if).  Today, Monday, people in my neck of the woods are moping about the Bears losing to the Packers.  It's sad, for sure, to not go to the Super Bowl, but it doesn't have to pervade everything.  The sports guy on the news looks so morose.  Today is also Show Day at Romy's gymnastics class.  That is when the two year-olds do something showy, and then hopefully hold their hands up in "ta da" fashion.  And she gets a medal.  She is stoked about the medal.  I definitely have a big week ahead of me.  I may write more about it later, but a lot of it has to do with research for my next book.  Sad, happy, different research with real people going through some very real things.  As of last week, I had no idea this was even going on with these people.  And now, here I am, scheduling times to meet with them.  It's all very weird and is making my new novel seem much more important than it did originally.  Which is a good thing.  A purpose.  Sorry for much vagueness.  I'm still trying to wrap my head around it all.  Monday is just the start of a very interesting week.