Seriously. I hate Monday.

I wasn't feeling well this weekend so I spent Friday night and Saturday lounging on the couch sleeping. When I wasn't running for the bathroom, that is. I felt horribly lazy. And, I admit, a little decadent. Unfortunately, all that sleeping really messed up my sleeping schedule. At 1:15 am I was calculating just how much sleep my insomnia was costing me and it was ugly. Since I couldn't fall sleep I snagged Rob's copy of I Am Legend. Not the smartest move I've ever made because I'm one of those people who dream about what they last thought about. Needless to say I had very interesting, if not exactly pleasant, dreams.

I woke up around 4:20 this morning by Thaddeus using my EYEBALL as a launching pad to escape, or attack, Posey. Half awake but still lost in the world of Zombies and Vampires, I sat up in a dead panic and slapped my hand over my eye. I was absolutely terrified to remove my hand for fear my eyeball would fall out of my eye socket. I could feel the wetness on my palm and knew my eyeball was deflating and my eye lid was shredded. My heart was pounding. I couldn't breath. I was BLIND! Finally I gathered the courage and to my joyful amazement, I could SEE! The wetness was just the blood dripping from my cheek and nose which had seen a little claw action. After a vicious face wash and a paper towel pressed against the wounds, I realized I'd live. And so began another glorious Monday morning.

This is why I seriously hate Monday. And this is why mornings SUCK.

I did perk up a bit on Sunday and took Zack to see Indiana Jones. Joe didn't want to go. I didn't understand WHY, but there it is. Zack loved it. He was completely enthralled with Indy. So was I, albeit for different reasons. Since I'd watched it already I studied HF instead. He was even better the second time around. Zack came home and raved about it to Joe, who now says he wishes he'd gone. I'm digging under couch cushions and crawling around the truck for change. I'll happily take him to see it too. Three times IS the charm...

Call it what you like, it still felt like Monday.

Three day weekends are the greatest. I even whistled as I drove into work this morning! To know me is to understand the enormity of my previous statement. When I pulled up into the parking lot it hit me that I had an entire day's work waiting for me and I hadn't even walked in the door yet. It all kinda went downhill from there...

Now, I KNOW today is Tuesday, May 27th, but for the life of me I couldn't stop looking at the calendar and thinking it was Monday, May 26th. I'll be honest, I haven't a clue how many times I entered the incorrect date today. I'm fairly efficient and there was NO WAY I was double checking all my work. Especially when my in-bin still resembled a paper avalanche threatening to bury me when I left today. But on the brighter side, maybe Friday will feel like Thursday and my mind will be tricked into thinking I have another three day weekend?

Traffic was pretty light today, probably because half the population of Pennsylvania is still partying it up and lounging around on the sand down the shore while I'm stuck drudging my way back and forth to work. I got home early and snagged Thaddeus lounging in the window with his tail twitching, staring longingly at the baby birdies he'd just love to innocently visit up close and personal like if I would just let him outside, which I WON'T. He's become calmer since the snip, snip, pop, pop, stitch, stitch. (neutered, for those who aren't in the know.) Poor baby. I've removed his very essence of maleness and turned him into a eunuch. But he's just SO much more snuggly now that he doesn't try to gouge out my eyes, lips, or arms when I cuddle with him!

I happened to glance out the window when I walked over to pet Thaddeus. I did a double take. Then a triple take. Now, I know that people like to customize their vehicles in all manners these days. Neon lights, skull hood ornaments, brake light covers, blinking plate covers, etc... I don't care what other people do, but I'm personally not much into all that. The only customizing my truck gets is when I have to careen to a sudden stop on a steep downward curvy hill for the sneaky school bus that malevolently appears on random days, causing my travel mug of perfectly brewed coffee to fly out of my cup holder and spray the dashboard, radio, and rug. If I'm really lucky my pants get customized too, which is accompanied by a fair amount of yowling from the pain of second degree leg burns and muttering about the audacity and sheer insanity of the parents who ALLOW their kids to be picked up for school so early. I'm forced to stare at the beautiful glistening droplets of my lifeline, my life's BLOOD, clinging to the interior of my truck so tantalizingly close, yet so far away. Some mornings I'm so desperate I'd like to try to lick it up but even my sleep deadened brain knows that other people might see my desperation as something else and might be totally grossed out and feel like vomiting, or worse, actually do it, and it really wouldn't do to see THAT so early in the morning, so I refrain.

But I digress...

As I was snuggling and smothering Mr. T with kisses I glanced out the window. I confess it took me a minute or two to process what I was looking at through my "I know it's Tuesday but feels like Monday" mentality. I have to admit I'm not getting what they were trying to say here.

I feel so bad for that hot red spoiler with the black racing stripes. I bet the poor thing was once sitting on a beautiful sports car and must be crying inside at the level of insult it's being shown late in life. But I'm always one to admire a person who has strength of character to rise above ridicule with a strong "I don't give a damn what anyone says about me" , all of which I'd need in SPADES to take a ride in this thing, let alone actually drive it!

I think I'll be very relieved when this Tuesday that feels like a Monday ends. Maybe tomorrow morning will greet me with a sense of relief that I've made it through a very surreal kind of day with my usual equanimity intact.