Do you ever have one of those days when you know from the get go that you should just stay in bed? That was where I found myself yesterday, and I learned something. I haven’t been so ready to say so long, Monday in a long time.
We had a thunderstorm overnight and Mr. Taleteller and I both woke up a couple of times. The dogs woke up a bit, too, but mostly we weren’t bothered by it much. When it came time to get out of bed and start the day, though, it was raining and I could hear it on the roof. A large part of me really wanted to get in touch with my inner Greyhound, call in sick and go back to bed.
Instead, I told myself I needed to do the right thing, get out of bed and not leave everyone depending on me in the lurch. As I finished getting ready to leave, Bunny was curled up in my spot. She looked at me, sighed and buried her head under my pillow. It’s an exaggeration, but it felt like every one of those people took their pound of flesh from me in some way. Throughout the day, the dominoes kept falling and as each one dropped, I had that image of Bunny in my spot in the bed. It’s one of the few times I have truly envied my dog.
When I got home, I felt really relieved. I almost considered taking today off just to recover from yesterday, but I got up to face another day. My dogs always follow their instincts and I rarely see them regret it. I find myself fighting my instincts and being sorry for it on a regular basis. Clearly, my dogs have it more together than I do.
All I know is that I’m glad Monday is behind me this week and I hope the rest of the week goes faster than it did. So long, Monday, don’t let the door hit you on the way out. I suppose the good news is that the rest of the week can only improve. And in the worst case scenario that it doesn’t, at least I have those furry faces to come home to when it’s over.