Of all the days of the week, Monday used to be my favorite. The first day of the week always gives me a sense of anticipation. I get excited when I think of what the succeeding days will offer and be like.
All that change when my mom finally stayed with us. Because of her Alzheimer disease, I need to be extra patient with her. That includes her bugging me always to go home.
Fortunately, she finally accepted the fact that she’ll be staying with us though she still expresses her desire to go home once in a while. So every Saturday we had to go home to our hometown.
Friday is now my favorite day of the week. It gives me a sense of satisfaction that I survived another week with my mom. It also means having a time for myself as my sister will take over for the weekend.
So here’s to a great weekend! ❤️