Rainy Days and Mondays


Rainy Days and Mondays

Ever since I can remember, I’ve always had that “preschool tummy ache” on Sunday nights. You know the feeling. It doesn’t hurt badly, but it’s a gentle rumbling that tells you something is happening. As an adult, my Sunday feeling has transferred to the pitfall called Monday mornings.

Most moms will agree that every Monday morning feels slightly overwhelming or like downright overload. As moms, we’re always running here, there and multi-tasking in our busy lives. Then we have our crazy weekends where it’s family fun sometimes on full tilt. Sunday night, you hit the brakes and it’s back to the weekly grind.

I don’t know if you’re like me in the fact that sometimes it’s hard to hit the ground running on Mondays. Oh how nice it would be to have the weekend feeling linger just a big longer. And thinking of my “To Do” list feels like moments ago it was only last Monday. Where does the time go?

Once the day starts kicking in and I, once again, get into the flow of it all. I jump into my Joy of Mom blogs, making posters for our friends on FB, and connecting with so many of you on FB and Instagram. I know and feel, we moms are not alone on this Monday morning feeling.

Last Monday, another mother took over. And I wanted to share this with you. It was Mother Nature. She was calling the shots. I woke up to a very rainy day in Chicago. This is absolutely my favorite weather because there is something so calming, cozy and nest-inducing about hearing the rain on the roof. The rain refreshing and renewing everything outside. And, that day, refreshing and renewing my feelings inside, too, and about Monday mornings.

Smelling the rain through my open window, I woke up happy, peaceful, in the moment, inspired…and most of all really, really grateful. As I looked at my hubby and son across the table eating their breakfast, I sipped a little coffee and felt, “What a precious time. This is what life is really about.” It might have been grey skies outside, but my heart was sunny yellow.

The day wasn’t about waking up and checking e-mails or schedules (as soon as I open my eyes!) I was in my jammies feeling blessed, overcome with joy and truly present in the moment. I also vowed to honor and welcome the new day and the new week. I knew Mondays were hard because I made them hard. And I needed to find a way to change what I had been doing all of these years.

I ask you moms to envision that every Monday is your version of a perfect rainy day. Breathe. Pause. Think of the things you’re grateful for in the moment. Begin your week with those thoughts and you’ll be off to the races.

Here’s to all the little things including the tiniest hand, smallest gesture and a lone raindrop.

Maybe we always remember them.

Here’s to a great week!

About Vicki Reece

Vicki Reece loves her babies (now in their early 20s), her puppies (whom she thinks she gave birth to) and her hubby. She also loves too much chocolate and really good coffee. When her first son was born, the seeds for Joy of Mom shortly followed. Author, dreamer, doer and admittedly obsessed with things she's passionate about—Vicki brings moms together for the greater good. Through livestreams, or Love Streams as her community's affectionately renamed them, she's found her voice, her passion and her people.

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