Sunday, Funday. Blech. That’s a lie if I ever heard one. It doesn’t seem to matter how many days there are in a weekend — even a 4-day weekend like we just had — every Sunday there is still this mad dash to get my shit life together in like 12 hours. I blame Monday.
Musings from a Tangled Mind 
Me every Sunday evening and Monday morning.
Ha! I’m kinda glad it’s not just me, but at the same time, sorry you’re in the same boat.
So very too true
And long weekends aren’t all they’re cracked up to be either because when you go back to work, you usually have more to do than usual. At least I do. Ugh.
You are not alone.
I don’t know if that’s a good or a bad thing. I feel for you.
so what you’re saying is you need a day in between Saturday and Sunday???
Or two. Or three… 😀
Agreed! This “adulting” gig, while it has a couple of notable advantages, also has a number of aspects that completely suck! Monday morning (or it’s equivalents) being VERY high on the list.
I just don’t know what we were thinking when we were younger and wanted to be “all grown up.” Ugh.
For instance, we wanted the “freedom” to “drive anywhere we wanted to go.’ No doubt “whenever we want!” Only to find that it means getting up way too damn early every freakin’ day to go sit in traffic on the freeway going to work to have our souls sucked out through our eyeballs.
Or something like that.
Well, and then somewhere along the way, we became chauffeurs for the beasties we brought into the world (and their friends) and that sort of took all the fun out of it.
Worst “chauffeur” gig ever – N’Sync at the Rose Bowl with 100,000+ in attendance. Aside from the hearing loss from 99,990+ tweens hitting high C continuously for several hours, getting out of there at 23:00 was a nightmare. The Rose Bowl parks people on the golf courses that surround the site, with only three or four exits/entrances onto the streets, which are all two-lane residential streets… My two daughters and four friends, with the parents of the four friends calling their cell phones over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over, wondering why we weren’t home yet at 02:00 when we hadn’t even gotten off the grass yet!
But I got to hear Pink as the opening act – she was awesome!
If I’m in charge, screw hip flasks! We’re going with camelbacks!
Monday’s never bothered me – except when I hated my job and life felt a bit stressy because of it. Any day can be a “ugg” day if there is an underlying issue. Emotional resilience means that even the crappiest day is not such a bad day.