There's something about the weekend, the fun, the sleep, and the few minutes to relax that makes Mondays suck that much more than any other day of the week. 

Of all seven, there is no day that compares to the struggle that is a Monday. Why? Because there's no foreseeable end. 

Nobody looks forward to Tuesdays (because let's be real, they kinda suck too), Hump Day is still two days away and Friday is basically a lifetime away. SO you're stuck trying to survive your dreaded Monday with nothing to keep you going.

You spent the weekend happy, staying up until 3 a.m. and sleeping until noon. You laid in bed watching TV for hours on end. You ignored your responsibilities, and then BOOM. A Monday.

You haven't touched your book bag in three days and you've got 120 pages of reading and a report due. Your clothes are all dirty (because who has time for laundry on the weekend), so you have to wear one dirty sock and and a too-small t-shirt from your high school homecoming. Your books are all over your room, your computer is dead and you realize you are out of milk after you pour a bowl of cereal. 

Not to mention, you haven't gotten out of bed before 1 p.m. since Friday, and all of the sudden your 9 a.m. happens. 

Monday. 

Of course it's cold/rainy/snowing/there are gale force winds. Obviously you didn't come outside with a coat or umbrella and the bus is already there...

If anything can go wrong, it'll go wrong on a Monday. It's the universe's way of punishing us for all our wrongdoings over the previous 48 hours.  

Walk a little faster, drink an extra cup of coffee and think about how comfortable your bed is going to be as soon as you get done with class.

Because once you survive your Monday, you're one day closer to the weekend. 

And also one day closer to another Monday...