Category "Just for fun!"

Today is National Thank God it’s Monday Day, which is my kind of day, because I love Mondays!  I am unapologetically THAT girl!  So annoying, right?  I haven’t always been a Monday loving gal.  I used to roll my eyes at people like me.  Such a Pollyanna.  What is she part of a Disney movie? Ugh!  Stay away, I don’t want your sugar sweet syrupiness getting on me.  Just bring me a cup of coffee, for the love of God, it’s MONDAY!  When I worked for a large corporation and had to put on a navy, black or grey skirted suit with pantyhose and sensible heels, not flats, not stilettos, no peep-toes….I was not a fan of Mondays.  When my husband traveled and I had to get the kids up, ready, drop them off at daycare all by myself, I was not a fan of Mondays.  At all.  I always liked my job and the people I worked with, and of course, I loved my kids, but Mondays were just part of the grind for me.  And, I didn’t like it.  Truth be told, I was a different person back then.  I wasn’t always content with my life, I was more often than not in a negative frame of mind, looking at what I didn’t have rather than all the wonderful things I did have.  So, hating Mondays was just part of who I was at that stage in my life.  Geesh…that’s sad. Today is National Thank God it’s Monday Day, which is my kind of day, because I love Mondays!  I am unapologetically THAT girl!  So annoying, right?  I haven’t always been a Monday loving gal.  I used to roll my eyes at people like me.  Such a Pollyanna.  What is she part of a Disney movie? Ugh!  Stay away, I don’t want your sugar sweet syrupiness getting on me.  Just bring me a cup of coffee, for the love of God, it’s MONDAY!  When I worked for a large corporation and had to put on a navy, black or grey skirted suit with pantyhose and sensible heels, not flats, not stilettos, no peep-toes….I was not a fan of Mondays.  When my husband traveled and I had to get the kids up, ready, drop them off at daycare all by myself, I was not a fan of Mondays.  At all.  I always liked my job and the people I worked with, and of course, I loved my kids, but Mondays were just part of the grind for me.  And, I didn’t like it.  Truth be told, I was a different person back then.  I wasn’t always content with my life, I was more often than not in a negative frame of mind, looking at what I didn’t have rather than all the wonderful things I did have.  So, hating Mondays was just part of who I was at that stage in my life.  Geesh…that’s sad.