I'm working from home now, so.....great. I feel great about Mondays ;)

Monday is the day that sanity and order is restored into my life for a little while. Yay, Mondays!

I don't love Mondays. Sometimes they're tolerable. Often I feel like I didn't get enough done on the weekend and now I have to wait another five days for the next weekend to try again, so I don't start most weeks in a great mood.

Mondays aren't the worst; it's the late Sunday nights that get me. Blecch.

Mondays are usually OK; even if I stayed up late the night before, I'm usually refreshed enough to carry Monday. Don't ask me about Tuesday.

Agree with Madamina about Sunday nights. I'm usually in a mad scramble to get all the stuff done that I had intended to do during the weekend. Frankly going to work is usually a relief since it keeps me from getting stressed out about all the stuff that I need to do at home.

I Wanna Shoooooooooot The Whole Day Down

I feel a combination of dread and anticipation. Our home is really a refuge . . . it is just us and the pets, and we live a fairly quiet life. Work is high profile, stressful, exciting, challenging, and sometimes very rewarding. It's a bit of a jolt each week to jump back into the cold water and brave the waves.

The mister has to go into work on Mondays (and Wednesdays), so they're not my favourite day of the week. And this week he's out all week for a course he's taking for work. He has to leave early and come home late because of this.

And, of course, this is required listening.

@#&*@#%!

The picture captures it pretty well. Especially Mondays spent almost entirely in meetings, when I'm wearing heels that start out the day comfortably enough but are hell on wheels by the time I'm walking back to the office with my dinner at 7:00 to answer e-mails and review documents before I feel sufficiently caught up go home.

It's 9:00, and I'm now a race between my reading and typing speed and my ability to deal with this nonsense. Will my e-mail be read and addressed before I give up in disgust? (I'm guessing no.)

Monday, Monday. Can't trust that day.