(“Moonlight Kiss” by Bap Kennedy is the song I’m listening to at the moment)

Monday marks the beginning of the workweek for a lot of people.  People complain about Monday.  People post unflattering memes on social media about Monday.  Jokes are made about Monday.  People might get “a case of the Mondays.”  Monday might be the most dreaded day of the week, but not for me.

Due to the day job, I have Monday’s off.  Sometimes it’s kind of weird for me; people will be complaining on Sunday about having to go back to work and I’m thinking to myself, “Yeah, I don’t feel that way.”  It’s not that I’ve never felt that way, I just don’t feel that way now, and I haven’t for a while.

Monday is my day with my kids, and I’ll get to that in a little bit; but first, I want to talk about work.  In church today, the person delivering the message said, “Do you ever notice that when you meet someone new, one of the first questions you ask them is, what do they do for a living?”  It made me think, “Yeah, why do I do that?”  It is important to know where someone works, and it’s good to show that interest in another person, but I’m going to try something different the next time I meet someone new.  Instead of, “Where do you work,” I’m going to ask, “What do you do for fun?”  I think that would tell me more about a person.

Monday is fun for me because I get to spend the day with my kids, Littles and Tiny.  They’re at such a fun age right now.  Littles talks and talks and talks.  I love her imagination.  She’s only 3, but she’ll say things like, “Okay daddy.  You’re the king and I’m the princess.  This (pointing to the couch) is our castle, and we need to hide and watch out for the dragons and the troublemakers!”  Where do she get this stuff?  Today we played hard.  Since it was a gorgeous day outside, I rode my skateboard, while she chased me on her strider-bike in our cul-de-sac. “I’m going to catch you daddy!  Look how fast I can go daddy!”  We jumped on our trampoline, “Look how high I can jump daddy!”  Then we had friends over for a BBQ.  Our friends are awesome and we all have kids that are roughly the same age, so they all play together.  It’s great.

Tiny, well, she’s about 10 months old, and I joke about her being a bowling ball.  She just can’t wait to do everything her big sister does, and she’s into everything!  She crawls around, rolls around, stands against things, and tries to eat everything.  We found her eating dirt out of the wife’s flower pots the other day. Today, we caught her trying to munch on grass and pine needles. You could put 10 toys on the floor, and a knife, and she would find the knife 100 out of 100 times.  It’s like she thinks, “Hmmmm.  What’s the most dangerous thing in this room I could play with?  Oh!  There it is!  I’m on it!”  And, she smiles the whole time!  To make a long story short, you really need to keep an eye on Tiny.

That’s not to say it’s all amazing.  Anyone with kids knows that’s not the truth.  Littles got a timeout today because she wouldn’t listen, and Tiny, well, she sunk her teeth into the wife’s shoulder that left a pretty good mark.  It’s all part of the process.  I’m just so happy to see our kids have so much joy.  They’re really fun to be around and that’s why it’s never Monday for me.