Some Mondays Feel Heavy Before the Week Even Starts
Some Mondays Feel Heavy Before the Week Even Starts
Monday mornings have a way of arriving already full.
Not dramatic.
Not overwhelming.
Just… mentally crowded.
Before the week even begins, my mind is already holding pieces of it:
appointments to remember, conversations I need to have, meals to plan, work deadlines, family needs, the quiet hope that everyone has a good week.
This is my invisible load.
When my kids were little, Mondays felt heavy in a different way.
Backpacks, school schedules, errands planned around moods, dad’s schedule & meltdowns. I remember waking up already tired; not because I hadn’t slept, but because I had been thinking ahead all night.
Now, my week looks different.
My kids are older. My responsibilities have shifted. But that invisible load?
It didn’t disappear, it just changed shape.
It looks like managing a business & holding space for my family in new ways.
Thinking about the moms I serve and what they need from me this week.
Carrying ideas, plans, and people in my heart before the day really starts.
What has changed is how I meet Mondays.
I don’t try to solve the whole week anymore.
I’ve learned that when Mondays feel heavy, it’s usually because I’m trying to carry everything at once.
So instead, I do a few small things—nothing fancy, nothing perfect:
I name what’s on my mind instead of letting it swirl.
I choose one or two priorities instead of ten.
I stay in my jammies way to long now if i don’t have to go out
I buy alot more delivery pizza than is probably healthy
I remind myself that showing up steady matters more than showing up fast.
Sometimes that’s as simple as writing a short list.
Sometimes it’s a quiet moment before everyone else wakes up.
Sometimes it’s admitting, “This week already feels like a lot—and that’s okay.”
I want you to know this:
If Monday feels heavy for you too, it doesn’t mean you’re unprepared or behind. It usually means you care. You’re thinking ahead. You’re holding things together.
And you don’t have to do that alone.
I share my week, my process, and my imperfect rhythms here because I want this space to feel familiar—like stepping into someone else’s kitchen and realizing you don’t have to explain yourself.
If no one asked how you’re doing today—
this is me asking.
What are you carrying into this week?
You don’t have to lay it all down at once.
You’re welcome to just sit with it here for a moment.