Day 4, Monday.

I often wake up on Mondays feeling worn out. Something about the effort I exert to be productive during a typical weekend, leaves me ready for a down day.

I ended up shrugging off this morning's malaise, by tackling the boy's room. I started by hanging a gorgeous quilt his Oma made for him up on the wall, then rehung some of the art that displaced. I refolded some laundry to better fit in his drawers. One thing led to another; once I entered that rabit hole, I couldn't bring myself to stop. I even went so far as to rearrange the furniture.

Now I need to trim some more trees.