Most people dread Mondays, the first working day, the start of another routine, the traffic, the chaos. But not me.
My Monday mornings come with a quiet kind of joy. While most people are still dragging their feet out of the weekend, I’m already stepping into Monday with a happy heart.
A Peaceful Start to the Week
At school, while I go about my day—teaching, managing kids, trying to stay calm with all the school politics going on, I’m at peace deep inside. Because Monday means coming back to something comforting.
Our Own Little Monday Mystery Meal
It reminds me of that cute Oswald episode. The one with the Monday Mystery Meal. Oswald walked into the diner, excited but clueless about what he’d be served. Madame Butterfly didn’t tell him the menu. Instead, she served him something surprising, made with love, and perfect in its own simple, comforting way. Oswald trusted her completely and ended up with a meal that warmed his heart more than his stomach.
That’s exactly what my Mondays feel like—unpredictable, a little messy, but full of heart. Just like Oswald, I don’t always know what’s waiting for me at the end of the school day. But I know it’s made with love. In our little world, Monday’s mystery meal isn’t just about what’s cooking; it’s about the joy of being expected, welcomed, and loved.
Our Little Monday Tradition
Mondays are special for my daughters. Their faces light up, not just because they’re home from school, but because Mondays feel a little more “together.”
And the reason is simple—my husband. Even with his only weekly off, he chooses us. He pushes his errands to before or after lunch just so he’s home when we arrive. That warm welcome, the smell of something cooking, and the joy of seeing him at the door. It’s like our own version of a surprise meal.
To my daughters, it’s only truly a Monday, in every sense of the word, when their papa is home to welcome them at the gate. Otherwise, it just doesn’t feel right.
The Longest Ride Home
By the time school gets over, I feel like flying home. Ironically, Monday also brings with it the worst traffic of the week, as if the whole world is trying to slow me down when all I want is to be home.
Still, the thought of my hubby waiting, the food warming on the stove, and the girls running inside with hungry smiles, it all makes the wait worth it.
So here’s to my kind of Monday; not dreadful, but delightful. Because when love is waiting at home, even the traffic feels a little more bearable.
What about you?
Do Mondays feel different in your home too? I’d love to hear what makes your start of the week a little brighter. Share your Monday rituals, meals, or memories in the comments below!
With warmth,
Harleen
Monday of passed out student [me😭] be like:-
Woke up late – No more school bells, assembly, or that one friend yelling, “Tune Aaj fir black pehna h bhai!”
Scrolling through college options – Half confused, half pretending to be career-ready.
Parents on loop: “Beta, ab kya plan hai?”
Group chats full of memes – But also panic about entrances, college cutoffs, and “What if I don’t get in?”
Some joining classes, some chilling hard – Coaching institutes vs. “One last summer before adulting.”
Existential crisis at 10 PM – “Do I really want to do BA … or should I try content creation?”
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Great post! I’m a Monday lover too. There’s nothing like starting the week with a sense of purpose and passion. Thanks for sharing your musings!
Thank you! I’m glad you enjoy Mondays as much as I do. Let’s keep that positive spirit alive all week long.
You have a beautiful heart and like the phrase ‘ A thing of beauty is a joy forever’.
You have a beautiful heart and find joy in everything and everyone around you!
Your family is lucky to have you to create not only beautiful Mondays but life as well!
You truly made my day with your kind words!
*”Pure cozy magic in words. Loved it!”* ♥️♥️
That just made my day!!