I had a perfect weekend.  Perfect in a birds chirping, flowers blooming, kind-of way.  From Friday (when I left work early) to last night when we watched Desperate Housewives (doesn’t Edie’s husband just give you the creeps?) everything was perfect.

My weekend began on Friday when my mom and stepdad flew into town.  Even though they have been visiting more frequently lately what with all of the weddings and such (my brother got married in March) it’s always great to have them in town.  They’re such fun to be around and truly seem happy to see us, no matter what we may be doing.  This weekend was extra special as it is two weeks before my sister’s big day and we had lots of stuff to do.  At the top of the list was a visit to the temple. 

In the Mormon faith, it’s a big deal to go to the temple (you may have even seen them around depending on where you live).  They’re beautiful buildings, very grand and elegant, a special place to worship.  When you go for the first time as my sister was doing, it’s always significant.  So this weekend for us was a memorable one.

We also did wedding stuff and of course we managed to squeeze in a healthy dose of shopping too.  Sunday we spent going to church and visiting with family and friends.  It was so relaxing and enjoyable, and I found myself thinking how perfectly happy I was. 

Which brings me to today, Monday.  I got up this morning with every intention of going to the gym as is my regular routine, but I just couldn’t do it.  I sat there in front of the computer at 5:30 (my blogging day starts early) and could not make myself move.  So I went back to bed.  Finally, an hour later, I hit the showers to get ready for a doctor’s visit.  After waiting for over an hour to be seen (waiting is not my strong suit) I finally met with the doctor who seemed rushed and busy.  I left the doctor’s office with the feeling like I didn’t have all the answers I needed, which was frustrating.  I finally managed to make it to work by 11:00. 

And here I sit, eating my lunch and taking a moment to ponder how things could have changed so quickly in the space of one day.  What happened to all of the good feelings that accompanied our weekend?  Why is it that the aftermath of a perfectly blissful weekend is sometimes a gloomy and drab Monday?  Instead of the beautiful sun and cloudless skies from yesterday, the weather outside is overcast and grey with a cold wind blowing.  And instead of feeling excited about the day and looking forward to it with anticipation, I find myself counting the hours and thinking of my long list of items that needs to be done. 

What changed?  Is it because my expectations for the day were too high?  Perhaps following up two perfect days with a third is statistically impossible?  Or is it that I am now at work instead of visiting with family and doing things that are relaxing and enjoyable?  Maybe it is all of the above?

Don’t get me wrong, I am not unhappy or even depressed.  I just miss the wonderful ease and comfort of this past weekend.  I miss the feeling of contentment while spending time with my husband and family.  I miss hanging out with our puppy while he enjoys being the center of attention.  And I miss sleeping in. 

I am already counting the days until next weekend.  If I can survive today, that is.

 

(ps – sorry the photos are so dark, it was nighttime and I didn’t have my external flash with me.)

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