I hate Mondays
I have a love/hate relationship with most things, so an “I hate” coming out of my mouth, is fairly normal. I cannot really give any love to Mondays though. I just refuse.
Grouchy kids, grouchy spouse, and a neighbor’s dog that insists that it lives in my house every time the door opens, are just some of the lovelies that have been a part of my day.
A class on Sexual Assault seemed to top it all off. And yet my day isn’t over……
I hate Mondays. But…..
Do you know what I love? I love friends that make me laugh over stupid things. I love professors in their late sixties who try to fist bump their students. I love cheese potato chips that will fill in for my meal today. I love the people who come to my office who have long since left our little college, just to say hello.
So, yeah, I hate Mondays. But thanks to all the little things that I love, I get to survive another horrible Monday.
