Tuesday Used to be My Favorite

There was a time, not too long ago, when Tuesday was my favorite day of the week.

Not Friday. Not Saturday. Tuesday.

Let me explain.

Tuesdays used to mean something special. After a weekend full of kid chaos and a Monday spent easing back into work life from the comfort of my home, Tuesday was the real deal. It was my in-office day. I’d swap the mom bun for a blow-dry (or at least a dry shampoo revival), pack a lunch that didn’t involve cutting grapes in half, and head into the office like a Real Adult with a Real Job.

It was a refreshing shift. The printer didn’t whine (usually), the coworkers didn’t throw Legos at me, and the only snack negotiations happening were which kind of granola bar I'd pick out from the kitchen. On Tuesdays, I was more than just a mom. I was a marketing director, a strategist, a colleague, a creator of newsletters and brand voice guidelines and event plans. I had real conversations with adults—about strategy and schedules, not snacks and screen time.

And Tuesdays weren’t just about work—they were also a day I regularly spent time with my NAWIC ladies. Whether it was chapter meetings, planning sessions, or community events, Tuesdays often gave me a chance to connect with other smart, driven women. It was energizing and grounding in the best way.

Even better? My husband was usually home early on Tuesdays, which meant I could hit a happy hour with coworkers or attend a networking event without sprinting home to relieve the evening shift. It was a little slice of midweek freedom that felt like a reward.

And because it was Tuesday, it didn’t come with Monday’s existential dread. I’d already gently dipped my toes into the workweek on Monday from the cozy, semi-chaotic confines of home. Tuesday was the deep dive into focus mode—but with makeup on.

Now?

Well… Tuesday is just another day at home.

I’ve shifted from managing brand strategy to managing sibling disputes over whose turn it is to pick the movie for quiet time. I’m job hunting, full-time momming, and reminding myself daily that leaving that role was the right move (because it absolutely was). But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss the rhythm of those Tuesdays. I miss the people, the purpose, the post-meeting NAWIC chats, and the coffee break with coworkers who didn’t ask me to cut their toast into triangles.

So now I find myself needing to either fall back in love with Tuesday or pick a new day to favor. The good news? I get to choose. That’s the beauty of this in-between space—the reset button I pushed. It’s not always easy, but it’s full of potential.

Maybe it’s time to give some other days a shot:

• Wednesday has "middle child energy"—often overlooked, but steady and reliable. Like me. Plus it’s the perfect day to reassess goals or sneak in a midday dance party.

• Thursday flirts with weekend vibes and still gets things done. She’s got ambition and a hint of rebellion.

• Friday is obviously a classic. But let’s be honest: it’s usually spent just trying to survive until 5 p.m. so we can officially not cook dinner.

• Saturday is chaos wrapped in Cheerios, but if I squint hard enough, I can find a moment of peace… like during quiet time. Or after bedtime. Or never.

• Sunday is cozy, contemplative, and full of potential, as long as I don’t look at the laundry pile.

But maybe the key isn’t finding a new favorite day. Maybe it’s reinventing how I see Tuesday. It doesn’t have to mean a loss of identity, it can be an opportunity to create a new one.

So here’s my plan to fall back in love with Tuesday:

• Treat it like a mini reset. Light a candle. Make a fancy coffee. Put on a real shirt (or at least not the one I slept in).

• Schedule an “adult convo.” Coffee with a friend, a Zoom networking chat, or even a voice note vent session. Anything with a fellow grownup will do.

• Use it to chase clarity. Apply for a job. Brainstorm a new idea. Work on a side hustle. Read something that expands my mind beyond Bluey lore.

• Laugh at the chaos. You just have to smile when the living room turns into a gymnastics studio and someone yells “Watch this!” for the 37th time.

Maybe Tuesdays aren’t what they used to be—but neither am I. And that’s not a bad thing.