Monday mornings!

Monday mornings should be banned.

In fact Mondays should be removed from the working week.  They should become part of the weekend.  There is nothing worse than waking up on a Sunday morning and knowing that in less than 48 hours you are going to be back at work…on a Monday morning!

I think I can handle Tuesday mornings at work, because by the time Tuesday rolled around, I would feel like I actually had a weekend.  So I would have had enough time to recuperate, get my chi in place to deal with Tuesday mornings at work.

My weekend watch starts just after lunchtime on a Friday afternoon.  I cannot wait for five thirty to come around but unfortunately my weekend does not start until an hour later due to traffic.  I don’t get why traffic is so bad on a Friday evening! Do other people not share the same sentiment as me on a Friday? I think there should be a rule against granny-style-drivers.  Those of us who drive-like-the-devil-is-on-our-tail, because we want to get home or wherever we fancy christening the weekend, should be allowed to push them over to the yellow line.  Clearly granny-style-drivers do not appreciate weekends as much and I don’t see why we should suffer.

But I digress…after all this hoopla, oh and did I forget to mention that I need to spend yet another half an hour in the supermarket shopping for all the goodies I need for basic toast-making to complex lunch/supper meal-making? Oh wait, our local supermarket has decided that they would like to expand their current parking lot by reducing it intially to a quarter of its size.  So my normal 30-minute shopping session now becomes an hour long swearing session, with 30 minutes spent circling the shopping center trying to find a parking spot. So not cool.

Finally, by 8pm, I am home and ready to kick off the weekend.  Friday night always flies by, and before I know it Saturday is saying hello.  No matter how much I try to wake up early on a Saturday, my body just gives my brain the finger and refuses to budge.  I am held hostage under the duvet covers! I swear!

Saturdays fly by filled with studying, playing with our camera (TD and I recently acquired a Nikon D80 - our newest gadget craze), marathon series sessions and before I know it Sunday’s peeking over the horizon with sleepy eyes and a very grumpy disposition.  I dislike Sundays and I am sure the feelings would be mutual if Sundays had any feelings. No matter what I do, Monday is always looming at the back of my mind.  You just can’t shake it off! Then you blink and Jumpin’ Jack Monday is smacking you upside the head rudely.

Can you spot the trend here? Three quarters of this post was spent getting to the part where the weekend started off, a quarter on the actual weekend and before you know it, it has ended.  This mimics life! I think I have made my case for Mondays to be banned from the working week and added to the weekend.

Down With Working Mondays!