Mondays

Well. I survived Monday. Phew! For a while there I wasn't sure I would make it. Tuesday may not be any better but at least it doesn't share the awful expectations of a Monday.
On Mondays I expect;
To lose my keys when I'm running late
The dog to eat my last $20
The kids to try to kill each other
The car to run out of gas
Traffic to be a twisted knot in the middle of the intersection
Birds to target the car and drop poo on it simultaneously
The movie I want to be checked out of the red box
To forget to bring money for parking...again
The computer to crash in the middle of a blog post
and many other things....
But I never expect to miss him quite as much as I always do.
For me, Mondays are only Mondays because he has to go back to work after being mine all weekend.
I hate Mondays.