Monday morning … here you are again.
Most Monday mornings I am ready to greet the week feeling rested and accomplished now that my meal prepping is done and the laundry isn’t just washed but folded. This week however, I did none of that. This particular weekend involved lots of whining kiddos and another failed attempt at potty training. My family fun attempt at the Highland Park splash pad was chaotic and involved too many sunscreen applications for a 30 minute outing at most. And WHY? WHY IS IT SO HOT?
On this particular Monday, I hit the snooze button far too many times. I had to dig 4 kids clothes out of the massive pile of unfolded laundry and send my scrubs through the anti wrinkle cycle. I can already feel it. It’s going to be a long day.
After feeding and dressing the kids, I load them in the car and we start our morning drop off routine. But again, this morning is different. Nothing is clicking for me. My coffee isn’t hitting as hard. Every radio station has nothing catching my attention. Even my queen of comedy, Heather McMahan’s, podcast doesn’t have its usual sparkle …. maybe I am a little jealous listening about her month spent in Italy. I’m in a funk. I need someone to slap me into focus. Just then my Pandora surprises me. “Rhi Rhi” to the rescue. Work by Rhianna plays.
Work, work, work, work, work, work
He said me haffi work, work, work, work, work, work
He see me do mi dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt
So me put in work, work, work, work, work, work
When you ah gon’ learn, learn, learn, learn, learn?
Me nuh care if him hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt, hurting
Do I have any idea what the song is actually about? No, but work with me here. I interpret this as not being the only tired hardworking mama in the world today. I felt seen. Yes, Rhianna, I feel like all I do is work work work work work. One simple song is all it took to set my tone for the day.
I turned the music up loud and had a bounce in my shoulders. Even my coffee tasted better. If someone passed me on the interstate they definitely thought I was the most hip minivan driving mom they had ever seen, at least that is the confidence boost Rhianna was giving me on this Monday. It was a whole vibe. So, to all my tired moms out there, give it a listen. God Speed.