Sunday Yellows

My Sunday Blues are better than yours.

At the peak of my Sunday Blues, I get to remind myself of my Monday morning. I may be lying to say the blues are totally shattered- ¬†after all, weekends are pretty wonderful. But they do pause for one long, delicious breath. My Sunday Blues are paused when I remember that in the next 24 hours I will get to stand in front of a room and have twenty faces look up from their books and scream, “GOOD MORNING MS. MCCRACKEN!!!!” How cool is that?

Maybe someday I will get tired and jaded and this moment will no longer give me such giddy excitement, but until that day comes, I will continue to revel in my Sunday Yellows.

I love those twenty faces. And I love my job, even on Mondays.