Oh no, is it time already? Does anyone else feel like all our weekends fly by with a blink of an eye before BLAM! Sneaky dreadful Monday returns for its sequel. A terrible continuous sequel...
I may be slightly exaggerating but truth is, Mondays are always the toughest days to pass by. We all just had a delightful two days of sleeping in, walking around comfortably in pajamas, dropping everything to go out for a mid-afternoon outing or coffee/tea dates..
And while realistically we knew we were limited to how much we could do in the span of two very short days, we still act very surprised and tired when we hit the snooze alarm on Monday. And we have no one to blame but ourselves. Why did we stretch ourselves so thin in just two measly days? Why did we think we could recuperate from the tiredness immediately? Why did we think we were invincible?
We aren't. We are but human. And humans hate Monday. The end.