As language evolves we sometimes need to nudge it to keep up with us. Thus I propose a new word: Muesday. Not a day to look for inspiration, but a day after a school or federal holiday where your Tuesday becomes a Monday.
This Museday had me behind the eight ball. Vivien growled at me from her nightgown, “where is the Nutella mom? You said you do the shopping on Monday.”
Yes, I started to answer, it is Monday. But, wait!! Cut to sharp close up of my face in startled terror. Oh, no it’s TUESDAY.
Everything gets backed up. Right after drop off I ran to the store. I actually had to tell myself when I remembered the calls and tasks for work related things I had to do, “just act like an adult, just bear down.” I wanted it to be Fuesday. That would mean the end of the week.