Good Monday Morning 9-13-21


Good Monday morning.

Please, Lord, let this week go better than the last two.

Two weeks ago, I locked my key in my car at a client’s house. I only had one key. I had to call a tow company to come and unlock it for me.

I had some spots on my arm that I wasn’t sure what to make of. I went to the doctor and found out it’s a reaction to the sun, a side effect of a medication I recently went on. The spots are ugly and hopefully will fade, but it’s nothing to be concerned about.

I worked the weekend at the deli. I did okay for the first few hours, but as the store got busy, anxiety kicked in so I did only 3-4 hour shifts.

I don’t remember what happened last Monday. It must not have been significant as it doesn’t stick out in my memory.

However, on Tuesday I was at a client’s house when the storm warnings came in. I left early and drove home to beat the storm. A tornado warning came in the town where I’d just left, and I would have been on the road during it. No tornado, fortunately, but a short day for me.

I got an early start to work on Wednesday. I couldn’t find my daughter’s car key. She needed it and I was the last one to use it. I searched for half an hour and no luck. I took my car and started to work. I’d been in a hurry to get home the day before and didn’t put gas in, so I needed it that morning. I drove to the nearest gas station and put my card, but nothing happened. I wasn’t sure what to think, so I went inside. I had to wait in line, and found out that pump was not working right. I had a $10 bill in hand so I prepaid, then got gas.

By that time, I was twenty minutes late for my first appointment. I headed to town, and came upon a road closed, detour sign. Now I was really stressed. By the time I would have taken the long way around, I would have been over 40 minutes late, and that would make me behind all day.

I started to drive toward the detour, and it hit me all of a sudden that I was grieving. A close family friend had passed away the night before. I hadn’t taken it in at the time I got the message, but now the sad news added to the complicated morning.

I pulled into a gas station (a different one) and texted my boss that I needed the day off due to stressful reasons. She’d just mentioned a couple of weeks ago that self-care was important. That comment had come up because I’d had a bad week at work earlier in the month and made a couple of mistakes with clients.

So on Wednesday, I took a mental health day and stayed home from work while someone else took care of my clients.

On Thursday, I went to work and cleaned my first house. The second client was a no-show. She’d gotten the week mixed up (I clean on a biweekly schedule). I moved the third client up and finished early. I was supposed to attend a staff meeting, but it was not required, so I asked my boss if I could pass on it, as I was still experiencing some stress and anxiety.

On Friday, one of my clients had to cancel due to a funeral.

It was a not-good ending to a not-good week.

On the way home, I thought there was no way I could get through the weekend.

However, I did. I didn’t get through everything on my to-do list. I didn’t go to a very special event because I didn’t want to be in a group of people. I did work a few hours at the deli and enjoyed that change of pace.

I did what I needed to do to be able to put the stress of the past couple of weeks behind me.

It’s time to move forward now. This is a good Monday morning, because I am alive and healthy.

So Good Monday morning to you, and I hope you have a great week. May the blessings of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ go before you, be with you and keep you in peace.

P.S. The car key was under my son’s lunch box.I had moved the lunchbox but hadn’t picked it up and looked beneath it. He discovered it later that day, but by then I’d already canceled the appointments and someone else was covering them.


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