I’m not a big fan of Mondays (I know how cliche that is, but it happens to be true).
I think for the first five years or so of you life, days don’t have a lot of significance and then you start school and Monday to Friday marks work days and Saturday and Sunday mark the weekend.
And I don’t even work regular days. I mean, I work from home so it’s not like I have to get up and rush out the door anymore. But my husband does. And now both my boys go to school. And Monday marks a return to the normal of shopping and housework and sitting down to write, regardless of whether I want to or not.
Poor, much maligned Monday.
I’m sure my Monday will actually end up being fine. And I hope yours is too. And it’s better than the alternative 😀