I'm truly odd.
In a world full of Monday haters, I'm pretty lonely. I LOVE Mondays.
I know, it sounds weird, right? I mean, seriously, most people are all fluttery about how great Friday is. I hate Fridays.
I wake up on Fridays and feel like I have a case of the "Fridays".
There's a simple logic for this.
Fridays are my errand days.
I generally wake up at the butt-crack of dawn on Fridays, grouchily get two monkeys out of bed and dressed- in clean clothes. Somewhere in there I have to feed them- they never want what I want- and load them in the minivan. I end up having to drive into town and finding errands to run until the bank opens at ten. Then I drive around with more errands. Somewhere in there I start hearing hungry growls from the backseat.
Long story short, I might see my house three or four times during the day, but I don't get to go "home" until 9 or 10 at night.
Monday, on the other hand, is my day where I actually feel accomplished. I keep a running tab of phone calls to make and chores to do and Monday is my buckle down day. I get it all done and am so cheerful... until Friday rolls around.