Mondays don’t always arrive quietly, but they always arrive. Even on days like today when I wish it was still Sunday and I could hide in my bed. Which doesn’t count when you have a family who never thinks you need your own space but its okay because at least I have them. Today feels less like the beginning of something new and more like the continuation of everything I was working on yesterday. The house is still settling after the weekend, laundry baskets are overflowing waiting to got to the laundry and everyone is slowly shifting from weekend mode into the routines that make our week work. After being…