Please God! No More Mondays!

When Sara said her prayers last night she asked God to get rid of Mondays. She hated them. Especially after Sundays. She called them Fundays because she went to the theme park or the zoo with her friends and afterwards mum took them out for a treat. She hadn’t enough time to get over it when it was time to get back to school again.1

Oh! how she wished Monday would never come. So on Sunday after a rather lovely day at the park, she prayed extra hard. She had never wanted anything more.2

When she woke up the next morning, she had that same feeling again. She brushed her teeth and had a wash. She had Maths class and she hated those ten minutes of mental maths that Mrs. Roger’s insisted on. By the time she finished three of them, the rest of the class had done five!3

But as she opened the cupboard to take her blue T-shirt, it wasn’t there. They had to wear Blue on Mondays. She looked around and found it in the laundry pile! How could it get there? That’s where she dumps it when she gets back from school every Monday. She was sure she saw mum iron it last evening. 4

She ran downstairs. Her father was off on a business trip. He was to leave on Tuesday morning. She couldn’t believe it! She hoped Monday would disappear and it did!5

Tuesdays, she didn’t mind at all. There was basketball and she was the star of Shemrock Junior High. She got ready for school. As she stepped out to wait for the school bus, she saw it drive by. She ran to catch it. Then she remembered. Tuesdays, she had to drop her little sister to day care! But she was getting late. 6

She ran back inside grabbed the milk bottle from little Sue’s hand and dressed her up. She dumped whatever mum had left for her on the table into her bag and ran to find her stroller. She glanced at the clock. Just fifteen minutes for school! 7

She pushed Sue as fast as she could to her day care. She didn’t even wait to say her customary hello to Mrs. Laila.8

She walked as fast as she could through the alley to the parallel street. If she were lucky the school bus would be there. And sure enough there it was. She ran and got on. She felt quite relieved. But as she turned to find a seat, she realised it was the trip for Senior High! And she didn’t want to think what she was in for the rest of the day!9

School wasn’t too good either. She hadn’t prepared for her drama audition on Tuesday, she forgot it was her turn to set the class library in order and what’s worse, her friend promised to return her project work on Monday. Now she would miss out on her early bird credits. Sara couldn’t believe Tuesday’s could be bad too. 10

She sat on her favourite bench in the school playground during recess wishing Monday’s wouldn’t disappear just like that. She wanted to cry. Coach Cyrus called out to her. But basketball wasn’t fun either. They were to face West End Junior High for a friendly match the following Monday. How could she prepare for the match? How could she tell coach, there were no Mondays?11

That evening she was the unhappiest girl on the bus. She was so sad she nearly missed her stop. As she walked through her front door, she saw Sue’s caterpillar on the floor. She’d forgotten to pick her up! She ran to Mrs. Laila’s. Sue had fallen asleep. As she turned into her driveway with Sue, mum was there. 12

“What’s the matter, Sara?” she asked. “I want Mondays back mom!” she cried as she fell into her arms sobbing. 13

“Sara! Sara!” She could feel her mother shaking her. Sara woke up with a start! “You don’t want to miss the bus again on Monday morning, do you?” 14

What was that again? Monday? Yes! She couldn’t have been happier! She looked at the calendar just to be sure. Yes, it was Monday!15