Here are my five reasons why Monday can
suck.
Because
it can. Particularly
if you’ve had a nice weekend, Monday can seem all the harder. Nice can cover a multitude of things
depending on what you’re into. It may
have been a restful weekend with everyone spending Sunday in their jammies and
getting take-outs. There might have been
a nice family gathering. Possibly a rare
night out with a meal and a few drinks. Doesn’t
matter, all of the bon homie is wiped with the arrival of Monday and the
dawning of the rest of the week.
Oh no
you didn’t! But
of course you did. Empty the bottle of
wine, that is. And maybe open another. Yes, it was a great idea at the time but wine
is a bit like a tub of Pringles; once you pop you can’t stop. Or in this case, once you pour you want more.
There’s nothing like a hangover of any description to kick start Monday morning.
It’s
still winter/spring. Which is lovely and all but similar to when
there’s too much month left at the end of the money, there is still too much
winter left at the start of February. Daffodils
may be flowering, snowdrops too. Even with
that noticeable stretch in the evenings, mornings are still pitch black and
no-one wants to get out of bed when it’s like this. Especially on Monday. Particularly on Monday.
Everyone
is tired. Regardless
of the weekend and what went on, it is an unwritten rule that one shalt be
bolloxed on Monday morning. You’re up
and walking around, true, but you’re also putting hair removal cream on your
toothbrush instead of toothpaste and three sips into your coffee you realise it’s
fekin Bisto and not coffee granules. It will
be at least eleven o’clock before your head catches up with your body. At least. As for the kids. I won’t draw pictures but you know what I mean.
You have
to cook. Due
to the take-out pizzas over the weekend and the oven chips and nuggets dinner
on Saturday, some type of vegetable and protein needs to appear in order to
avoid scurvy and rickets. In fact it is
necessary to force yourself into doing a bit of housework in general. Those bathrooms will not clean themselves and
if the kids want socks and underwear for the rest of the week, the laundry
really should be sorted out.
There’s no denying Monday gets really bad
press but the good thing is it only lasts for 24 little hours. And if you’re really very exceptionally lucky
you might be asleep for nine of those. Every
week has to start somewhere and it may as well be Monday. I’ll suck it up if you will.
You nailed it. Love the images too. Brilliant. However Monday is my only guaranteed day off so I must admit I do enjoy it, especially knowing you are all hating it so much. Evil I know.
ReplyDeleteMonday gets a hard rap all the same. It's just another day, like all of the others, bullied and hated because of it's position in the family. The first of seven.
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