Tuesdays are better than Mondays

Tuesdays are better than Mondays.  So much better.  Mondays mean driving to the city in rush hour to make it to class by 9 am—although, the traffic isn’t nearly as bad as it is when I have to be to the lab by 7:30.  Mondays mean class straight through until 6 pm, except for an hour for lunch.  Lately, Mondays mean at least one exam that I just couldn’t find the motivation to study for over the weekend.  Last night, Monday meant freaking out when the laundry I stayed up late to do came out of the dryer more wrinkled than it entered because I couldn’t find one more quarter to make two dryer loads instead of stuffing everything into one.  If you want to see me overreact, hang around me when things don’t go my way at the end of a very long Monday.  But Tuesdays . . . Tuesdays are good days.  I’m not overwhelmed or tired from a long week yet.  Tuesdays usually mean sipping coffee in the morning instead of frantically running out the door, to-go mug in hand.  Tuesdays mean catching up on homework and work at the lab.  Tuesdays mean a few new free songs on iTunes and new albums to listen to at AOL Music.  Tuesdays mean getting to the Y early enough that I can have my own lane in the pool and I can use all the weight room equipment I want without having to wait. I hate waiting.  I hope this particular Tuesday (as in today) means chatting with my 5-year old nephew on webcam and my brother and sister-in-law, too.  This particular Tuesday meant getting an acceptance email for a doctorate program I applied to.  Even though I’m unsure of what my future holds, it was still really exciting to get that email.  I have options.  I like options.

You know what other days are good?  Fridays.  And Saturdays.  Sundays aren’t half bad, if only I could rid myself of the sense of dread I have about the impending Monday.  Last Friday, I took a personal day.  Which really just means I wasn’t on the schedule at the store, and I decided not to drive to the lab.  I was feeling very overwhelmed with things by the end of last week, and a personal day was just what the doctor ordered.  I stayed in bed until my body naturally woke up, instead of rising to the awful sound of my alarm.  I power cleaned my apartment.  I walked to the grocery store instead of rushing in my car, as usual.  I rode Scott’s mom’s bike along side of him as he ran (which really was only pleasant for the first 40 minutes or so—I give cyclists a lot of credit, because that is just plain uncomfortable!)  I enjoyed cheap beers and half-price appetizers during Happy Hour at the Library.  Scott and I bought $20 worth of junk food from Big Lots (I realize we are disgusting) and watched episodes of Dexter all night.  Now that’s a good Friday.  Saturday started with a quick trip to Panera for coffee and a snack followed by a full day at the shop.  Saturday’s at the shop are usually crazy, and I like crazy.  Well, I don’t like the Five Fingers clientele crazy, but I like the busy crazy.  I will save you all from my Five Fingers rant.  After work, I got a marathon session in at the Y and went to Louie’s to enjoy a beer while catching the end of the OU game.   And Sunday, I was fortunate enough to watch the second half of the Packer’s victory.  We ventured up to The Cross Eye Moose Sports Cantina in Moore.  The burgers were awful, there was one extremely loud and obnoxious guy sitting alone with his bucket of beers (wearing a Packer jersey, I’m ashamed to admit), and my Diet Pepsi tasted funny, but all that matters is that the Packers won!  Wooooohooooo!  We needed that victory. 

This week’s schedule is fairly light compared to usual, although I did have one of those dreaded Monday exams yesterday (notice I didn’t mention anything about studying in my weekend—oops).  I made it through the exam fine, and managed to end my follow-up appointment with my counseling patient in less than the 30 minute time limit today, so I’d call the week a victory so far.  Next week is a doozie with speaking engagements on Tuesday, Thursday and Friday.  But we gain an hour this weekend and I have Monday off, so all that complaining about needing another hour in the day will just not fly this time.

Today I see the doctor again about my foot.  Things seem to be going better, although I don’t see myself running for a bit yet.  However, my new goal is to be able to jog a 5K by Thanksgiving day, so that my mom, sister, brother and I can enjoy a Turkey Trot together when they come down to visit.  Heck, I will walk it if my dad wants to join in on the fun.  I’m really looking forward to spending a rare Thanksgiving with the fam.  My mom is leaving me to preparing the dinner—yikes.  I do baked goods, not real food, so I hope they will be satisfied with a Turkey-shaped cake.  Or Turkey shaped cookies.  Yum.

Happy Tuesday all!