But in a good way.
When I was working full-time, I really disliked Monday's. It would start about Sunday afternoon, I'd get a big lump in my stomach just thinking about the coming week. Little sweat beads of anxiety would form in my gullet as I thought about projects, looming deadlines, and bosses to please. Fridays were the hope of freedom and slipping out of the bondage of 9 - 5. Sundays brought to mind the tightening of the chains of obligation.
I have a completely different mindset these days. I like Mondays. It's a return to my routine and my sense of normalcy.
Our weekends don't have a lot of structure. With the exception of Sunday morning "Sunday School" and our Sunday morning church service, we pretty much "wing" our weekends.
Mondays are "the grind"; but it's a smooth grind. The rhythmically turning wheels in a well oiled machine that produce happy accord. My Mondays of laundry and grocery shopping set the tone for the week; what cuisine we'll partake of at mealtime, a clean supply of towels for bathing, and the soft scent of freshly laundered sheets in which to lay our heads at bedtime.
I take great joy in my routine; my customary Monday. It's habitual schedule and structure bring me peace of mind, and harmony in my home.