There was no hair to do and no make up to put on. No jewelry to choose, or heals clicking down the hall. Just the squeak of my flip flops.
Today was the first day that I didn't have to go to work. I was now a writer/author/stay-at-home mom.
Chris made it to the train and Brandon and I headed to my Mom’s house. Just like any other Monday. Except it wasn’t and I wasn’t rushing worrying about being late for work.
We got to Mom’s and I hung around until after
I got home and made the beds. And then I paced. And then did a little more pacing. I had no idea what to do with myself. I made a laundry list the night before of tasks I wanted to accomplish and calls that needed to be made. I had good intentions, really, I did. But on this different kind of Monday, I was lost.
This isn’t the first time I had ever been home. I stayed home until
Then it hit me. My inspiration…ORGANIZING!!!
Kelly got her groove back.
Here’s to a different kind of Monday.