Seven Days of The Week

From a very young age, we are taught the days of the week. We look at them on signs in the front of our preschool classroom, we sing songs about them, and we quickly learn their order and the difference between the weekdays and the weekends. Weekdays are for school and work, and weekends are for play. On weekdays our parents get up early, and weekends they make us let them sleep late. With all of this learned as early as preschool, we are "days of the week" experts before we even learn to multiply or tie our own shoes.
 
Yet suddenly along the way, everything we've been taught about the order of days and the weekdays and the weekends is thrown up in the air. Suddenly, we find ourselves sleeping on the weekdays and working on the weekends. Suddenly, what used to be a sequence so simple it made up a song becomes a mishmosh of pieces of information that go against everything we learned. What day is today? I don't know. What time do I go out, eat lunch, see my family? I'm not sure.
 
The world doesn't always work like the song anymore. Maybe for some people, it never did. Those preschool expectations are from a time--at least for me--when things had more of an order. It doesn't mean we shouldn't be teaching three year olds the days of the week anymore. It simply means that we shouldn't expect every "Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday" to look the same. Because the days may sound the same. But these days, depending on the week, they can all look very, very different.