Since leaving the Corporate world last March, my hatred of Mondays severely diminished. I actually sort of liked Mondays, to tell you the truth...
It's back. I officially hate Mondays. With a deep, burning passion.
Work. Work. Work.
Monday is the day that hubs and kiddo run off to their prospective job and school, leaving me alone to fend for myself. I spend the day doing my part time job training, (internet surfing), endless piles of laundry (yes, I know that I shouldn't let them pile up, but that's beside the point!), a dishwasher full of dishes, (more internet surfing), and a floor begging to be rid of the dirt and scuff marks acquired over the weekend.
First and foremost is the part time job training, which will be over tomorrow...and then? WORK. Work has become a dirty four letter word, once again.
When did I become so lazy? When did I become so spoiled that I now sqwak at 4 measely little hours of teleconferencing?
I don't know exactly how that happened, and I can't pinpoint the exact moment, but it happened...
I became a lazy housewife.
I've thought about going back to work. Remembered the dreadful, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday, and stopped thinking.
Shop with Me Mama (Kim)
Ya, I am not thrilled with Mondays either! The house is usually messy from the weekend and I have a lot of stuff to catch up on!! Come on Tuesday!!!
I think that's normal, most people will always take the past of least resistance, including me!
Jen-Eighty MPH Mom
I think you are totally normal 🙂 I kind of feel the same way. My thing is that I am lucky to be a SAHM, but I still complain and everything that needs doing feels like a big chore somehow. I really need to get over it. And Mondays mean extra cleaning from the weekend mess.