Mondays

I like my job. If you catch me at the right time I may even use the word love when describing my job. Regardless of which adjective that I am using on the given day work is not a terrible place that I dread, save for Mondays. I hate coming to work on Mondays after having 2 full days off and being able to relax with my hubby, friends and family.
By the time Tuesday hits I am usually okay and can move forward with my week without regret, but Mondays I always think of chores I meant to do over the weekend, of moviese I wanted to watch and people I wanted to hang out with. Mondays find me wishing it was Friday (which can lead to a long week) so I could do it all over again.
There is one excellent attribute to Mondays, I am usually so busy that the day goes quickly and I am soon moving on to Tuesday. Guess its just another manic Monday.