What is so bad about Monday that we consistently dread it like some oncoming disease that will cripple and damage us forever?
Monday. Dun dun DUN .
I have this moment every sunday evening, right around 5 or 6 o’clock, when I realize the weekend that I thought had just started is already about to come to a close, and monday is peering it’s annoying little head around the corner and staring at me, smiling. I usually stare right back for a while and then cover my head with a nearby blanket and go into a deep seated denial and tell myself it’s Friday.
Take THAT, Monday.
For a person who loves her job, this ridiculous sense of Monday Dread is both unwarranted and comical, because by the next morning I’m as right as rain, more than fine with the fact that it’s the first day of the week, my aforementioned sense of impending doom entirely forgotten.
Until the following sunday, of course.
Monday is an impish little bugger, and you’ve got to be careful with him and his wily ways. He likes to make you think he’s a lot nastier than he is……much like a spider. Yes, it’s true, mondays are like spiders. They only really cause you problems if you let them scare you, but usually they’re harmless as long as you don’t panic.
And as long as you remember to check your shoes before putting them on.
The trick with Monday is to show him you’re not scared, look him dead in the eye and say, “Monday, I see you, and I’ll raise you……two espressos”
Once you’ve shown him that he hasn’t gotten the better of you, that you’re onto his tricks and that he’s really not all that bad, he’ll leave you alone and pass you along to Tuesday, who, as you know, is quite mellow.
Monday is never the terrible badass he wants you to think he is, as long as you don’t let him get the better of you. And hey, look, you survived it once again, because guess what? It’s Tuesday my friend 🙂
~This message was brought you by a monday survivor~