I love Mondays. Or rather, I love the rituals coursing through them.
Mondays are sheet days: as children, we didn’t have to make our beds because Mom washed all the sheets and made all our beds while we were at school. And, though I didn’t really mind making my bed, I knew it was a gift to get that one-day reprieve each and every week.
Those school days are long gone, but on Monday mornings—in my bleary-eyed state—I still leave my bed unmade. A subtle affront to the looming week.
Once home from work, I strip the bed and toss the sheets into the washer. After the dinner dishes are done, I pull hot sheets out of the dryer and delight in slipping into fresh-from-the-dryer pajamas.
Then I turn on music and snap clean sheets through the air, smiling as they parachute down to the mattress. I smooth out the wrinkles, tuck tight corners, fold the top sheet back over the blankets, heave the comforter over it all and plump the pillows.
As I sing along to the music I turn the covers back, so in a few hours I’ll feel like I’m sliding into a hotel bed.
And though the evening is young, I wash my face and choose my clothes and shoes for Tuesday. After every detail has been tended to—all the day’s tasks are completed—I make myself a cup of tea and settle in on the couch for a quiet evening of reading and maybe some writing.
They’re little rituals. But they’re laced with the joy of celebrating small moments and savoring simple pleasures—clean sheets, warm pajamas, carefully curated words to listen to, read and sometimes jot down myself.
Monday’s rhythms help me anchor to my past, relish the present and ease into tomorrow.
Oh the memories this evokes! Growing up, we didn’t have a dryer and so that first bedtime with fresh outdoor wind-tossed scent was the best!
Love that! It’s amazing and wonderful how deeply our memories are tied to those sensory experiences.
So glad that you enjoy Mondays and have fond memories of some of those childhood routines. (Dad’s and my sheets are in the washer right now!) Happy Monday!
Very fond memories, indeed!! Thanks for creating such a wonderful foundation for me!
Monday was always my mother’s day to wash sheets, too. And, like you it was the one day I left my bed unmade and returned from school to freshly laundered sheets on my neatly made bed. I am not as ritualistic as either my mother or you and your mother. I do not always wash my sheets on Monday (I am not washing them today because I just washed them last Thursday), but I do love climbing into bed when the sheets are fresh and unwrinkled.
Oh, I love that! Some of the best memories are those childhood traditions. And I’m not at all surprised that our family histories run such a tight parallel 🙂