Picture this: it's Sunday night, and you've had a great weekend. Really, you're coming down from a high of hiking and camping, or whatever your picture perfect weekend entails. You finally get into your PJ's, settle down into bed to catch up on your current binge worthy show, and then it hits you.
You forgot that tomorrow is Monday!
Whatever, you keep binging. Make sure your alarm is set, and try to get to sleep. Oh No! Your mind won't shut up because you're now thinking of all the things you have to do tomorrow! But you keep mentally pleading that your brain will shut up!
Finally, kicking and screaming, you get to sleep. And it's the best sleep. You are like a bear in hibernation! Then it happens. The alarm goes off like a freight train.
Yeah, there is no snoozing because you're already annoyed it's Monday. You're wide awake. You shower, get dressed, do your hair, grab your cup of coffee and begrudgingly go to work.
Finally you get to work, get into the groove of things. And as always, time moves about as fast as it does when you get a root canal. Just as painfully too. But alas! It's lunch time, and you get a breath of fresh air, some food. Your day is finally starting to look up. Then you get an email from your boss and turns out, the work you've done all morning has been done wrong. Guess who gets to stay another four hours on the clock? Thank you for the giant middle finger Monday!
Finally you're home, with the Subway sandwich you picked up on the way. You sit down and as you pour your glass of wine, you wonder if you should laugh or cry at the day you've had. You choose laughter, because if you can't laugh at Mondays, you should really evaluate life as you know it.
