Monday Is The Day…

…that I do nothing.

Really, nothing.

I just took nearly an hour to eat my lunch.  I read through my RSS feeder.  I chased Ronan around the room.

I  finally put on Cars for Ronan, and relaxed a little.

The part where they ‘tip cows’ is on, and it scares the crap out of him.  I end up skipping to the next chapter to preserve his sanity.  He really doesn’t like it.

Poor guy.

Anyways.

I should be doing laundry, and probably the dishes.  I could afford to shower, and also to get dressed in real clothes.  It probably wouldn’t hurt to pick up the toys in the living room.

But I don’t wanna.  I just want to sit here, and text my friends, and read some blogs, and feel sorry for myself.

It’s my Monday, and I’ll wallow in self pity and exhaustion if I want to.

Oh, and play with my Hipstamatic Camera App.

Another One Gone.

There you have it.  Another long, awful weekend behind me.

My life is the series of weeks that happen between weekends.  I feel like time goes by so quickly when I realize that there are only 52 weekends in the year, and I feel like I’m always working.

I’m thinking of doing a new Monday feature, because I have such a hard time getting up and going in the morning.  I have lots of lovely bloggers that I follow, and would love to know more about, as well as share with all of my readers.  I think I’m going to create an interview, and send it to all of my favorite blogs, and post one of the interviews every Monday.  That way, you’d get to know some of my bloggers and why I love them – and I would always have some great Monday content.  Sounds win-win to me.

Work was super-crazy-busy this weekend.  I hardly had a moment to breathe.  I’m glad it’s over.

I just found a stain on one of my favorite shirts.  That makes me really mad.

My contacts are dry, and I want to take them out, but the day is just barely started. (For me, anyways.)

It’s GORGEOUS out, and I want to take Ronan out when he gets up from his nap.  Who knows what we’ll do.  I can’t wait for the pool to open.

I am dangerously addicted to Sprite lately.

I’m thinking of re-naming my cat “Cuddles.”  He’s been sitting on my lap as often as possible for the last 2 weeks.

Need to do LAUNDRY!  And vacuum.

I still have a head ache.  I’ll never look at romantic candlelight the same way again.

Seriously, kid, are you ever going to wake up?

That is my thought-stream of the day.  About all I’ve got.  On to writing an interview!