I was born on a Monday so I shouldn’t have too much of an issue with Monday really. It’s just that it follows Sunday and means work. It probably wouldn’t be so bad if weekends were longer.

Having been preoccupied with the play for the last few weeks, all of a sudden it is over. And I am relieved, as it was getting very time rich. Thankfully, no more hours lost to rehearsals. So it was nice to think on Sunday morning that learning lines and rehearsing have gone away for a while. 

But of course Sunday was Mother’s day. I had organised my youngest Ellie to have card / present etc. The older two I put the onus on them to sort out card / gift, and assist in the house. They did manage the former, but as they had late Saturday nights they didn’t give Trish her card / pressie until lunchtime. With regards to the latter, they seem to have a different definition of ‘tidy up’. This seemed to involve putting items near the sink, in the hope they washing up fairy would come and visit…. a few explanations and home truths later and the work got done, but not without a sulk and a broken cup. At times like this you want to kick them out onto the street and say ‘go fend for yourself’.

In the afternoon I went off to see my Mum, bless her, and Dad who has his birthday today. They were in good spirits, which was good to see. My Dad is 71 today, and we are all pleased he is just here. He had stomach cancer a few years back, and had a very difficult time getting through the operation and subsequent chemo. He is always doing something now, wanting to be active and using each day.

So, after I left them and got home, there wasn’t much of Sunday left.

And Monday presented SNOW as well as the prospect of work. After two lovely spring weeks, we got snow. It didn’t settle much, and it has gone now. But where has our lovely spring weather gone. I want it back. Now. (Please).