Why I Hate Mondays

Ahh Monday. Here you are again… coming on way too fast as usual.

I despise you Monday. I loathe you Monday. I have never liked you, not even when you come when I’m on vacation because my reasons for hating you have nothing to do with work.

They have nothing to do with a new week beginning and time passing in my life.

I hate you because when you get here, I have to say goodbye to my little family whom I’ve spent an amazing 48 hours with. I usually don’t sleep well on Sunday nights, dreading that Monday morning alarm. Last night was particularly awful -between my sick tummy (I tried to incorporate cheese back in my diet – NO good), a sick baby, and a crazy tree climbing cat – I was wide awake from 1-4). I was a SAHM for some time and Monday mornings were much easier knowing my only job was to take care of Annabelle. I miss those days…

Mondays are so far from the weekend. I hate rushing the time I have on this Earth, so I never try to zoom through Monday. I suck it up and take it slow… even though I am secretly counting down the hours until I get to see Annabelle and B. What gets me through the day is knowing tomorrow will be easier. I’ll be back to a routine. And Wednesday is even more easy… and then we are halfway through the week!

The best way to beat a Monday is to get inspired.

I remind myself that I am lucky for the life I live. I have a job that I love. I have a family that I love. I have friends and great coworkers and I am surrounded by so much that is wonderful.

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