I’ve never been happier to see a Monday than I am today. For some reason, it’s just felt like Monday couldn’t come fast enough this week.
Monday night is my therapy night, and sometimes it just really feels like that’s all I have. Like it’s the only thing that gets me through the week.
I’ve been feeling like something has been off with my youngest son, my 12 month old, for the past few weeks…more so than normal…after he had his scary and random period of unresponsiveness last week. Since then, he’s been losing weight and just seems a lot weaker and just slightly more lethargic in general.
There’s nothing obviously wrong. It’s just that I have this feeling that something is wrong, and that I’m missing something. I’ve learned over the years, but especially with this little guy, to trust my gut. I’ve been right every time.
It’s hard to justify a gut feeling when there’s nothing obviously wrong. Other than him losing weight (which he’s done in the past and is something we can’t figure out), everything else is just so vague and subtle. But I’m telling you. It’s something.
As far as Mondays go, this one seems like a great one. I have one less appointment, which means a longer period of time at home between 2 other appointments, and a longer amount of time for the baby to nap! Which means I’ll get to eat a proper meal and spend some cute time with my nearly 5 year old.
The baby has PT, and I’m glad to get someone else’s opinion about what’s going on with him.
Today, Monday is not the enemy, and honestly, I’ve been looking forward to it since Friday.
None of my days are easy. But Monday is truly the Only day of the week where there is a dedicated time for me, to focus on myself and my own needs.
2 hours a week.
And it is my favorite two hours.
Especially when I have a strong gut feeling of impending doom that I just can’t seem to explain.
