Mondays, Mondays, so many Mondays

Mondays are for wishing you were rich and didn’t have to go to work…or at least lamenting the fact that you didn’t marry rich and so didn’t have to work.

Mondays are for starting diets that last until lunch time, because you thought a good way to start would be not to eat breakfast.

Mondays are for crying in your coffee as you realize there are another 4 days to go before you can sleep in again.

Mondays are for realizing that you forgot to wash your coffee cup before leaving on Friday and now you have mould in you cup that adds nothing to its flavor.

Mondays are for seeing yourself clearly in the mirror and wishing you had retouched the gray roots over the weekend after all.

Mondays are for remembering, as you drive to work, that you left a bag of prawns/shrimp in the car boot on Saturday.

Mondays are for feeling guilty that you didn’t phone your mother over the weekend.  

Mondays are for waving husbands off on week long business trips and reclaiming the remote.

Mondays are for swapping stories about who had the crappiest weekend.

Mondays are also about making your coworkers ill by telling them how you sailed a yatch around the Great Barrier Reef over the weekend, and lo, you looked over and their were Nicole and Keith, Tom and Katie and the kids waving to you to come aboard and throw a prawn/shrimp on the barbie with them….

Mondays are for telling everyone the plot and ending to the movie they were going to see next weekend.

Mondays are for swearing off all relatives, especially his, for at least the next five years.

Mondays are for realizing that, yes, indeed, today was the day Junior child was going away on a 10 day school camp and you have no name tags, or anything for that matter.

Mondays are also for realizing that you forgot to take the staff room tea towels home on Friday to wash and everyone knows because your name in written in large letters on the roster in the staff room. Now everyone is using the front of their shirt to dry their cup.

Mondays are for vowing to do more with your next weekend.

Mondays are for wearing that new outfit/ pair of shoes/ hair colour/ false nails that you got over the weekend.

Mondays are for telling everyone about the trekking holiday you and your partner are taking to Mongolia later in the year. And your partner’s employer is so keen to retain his skills when he comes back, that they are going to pay you BOTH a full salary until you return.

Mondays are for deciding to drop your boyfriend, and then changing your mind when he phones later that afternoon.

Mondays are for just deciding to drop your boyfriend

Mondays are for deciding to join up to an internet dating service

Mondays are for going to the physiotherapist.

Mondays are for searching for self-help books on the net.

Mondays are for sending job applications

Mondays are for checking how many days until you can retire.

Mondays are for realizing that you should have baked 36 cup cakes for the school bake sale that is on that morning.

Monday is the day all school age children develop sore throats and mysterious tummy aches.

Mondays are for realizing that there went another two days from your life, and vowing to do better next time...