Is it just me or are Mondays a total nightmare? When my alarm goes off on Monday morning, this overwhelming dread comes over me. The way I feel you'd think I'm getting up to march off to my death rather than go to work. I consider myself a pretty optimistic person, but on Monday morning a black cloud hangs over my head.
I feel like I go to bed on Friday night and wake up on Monday morning and the whole weekend was a figment of my imagination. I remember back before I joined the corporate world and actually liked Mondays.
I don't think it helps that I have to get up and Jimmy is still tucked in bed next to me, snoozing away. In fact, I know it doesn't help. I see him all cozy and snug and I just curse my life!
This feeling goes away by lunch time on Monday. The rest of the week isn't so bad (usually) and my optimism returns.
The especially high level of Monday hatred I feel today is influenced by my less than fun weekend. Moving sucked big time. Thank you to all who helped us, I know it wasn't a whole lot of fun for you guys either. We really appreciate it! It amazed me that people who we hardly know sacrificed their Saturday morning to help carry heavy stuff. My allergies were in full affect on Saturday and I thought I was going to die like 3/4ths of the day. This weekend was not even close to resembling relaxing. I need another couple of days off to recover from my weekend!
Waiting for James to arrive!
2 years ago