Monday, 30 September 2013
Monday, Monday. So good for me.
Now a lot of you out there may not understand this, you may be reading this on your phones, from under the covers, screaming, "What kind of drugs is she on?"
I bloody LOVE Mondays.
I do, I'm sorry (I'm not sorry)
I have three children of various different ages. The weekend is EXHAUSTING.
"Clean up after me"
I feel like an extra from Downton Abbey. (One of those ones that is never appreciated, or gets any good lines, apart from, "Yes Sir, Yes, Miss")
Come Monday, I am dancing around like a bad girls group on the X Factor. (No rhythm, just PLENTY of enthusiasm)
My time is my own. (Well, one I have cleaned up the MESS my crotchfruit have created over the weekend, That usually takes until Friday)
I work from home, This becomes pretty difficult at the weekend when you go to look for the Mac and a child is playing Minecraft on it, No worries, I will just work on the iPad. Oh, someone is checking their Facebook are they? Fabulous.
Shall I write things down with a paper and a........ WHO HAS GOT MY PENS??????
So that is why, on Monday morning, I am smiling.
Well, grimacing, I've just seen the size of the washing pile.
How about you?
Monday Blues or Monday WAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
Let me know.
Big Fashionista x x