Mondays, in general, are less than desirable. Today in particular was just plain awful. I spent most of yesterday on a sort of cleaning bender... I guess I got myself going full speed ahead, because by the time I decided I should probably go to bed, I was still wide awake. Got off the phone with the boy around 12:30. Tossed. Turned. Looked at the clock. 1:!5am... 2am... 2:45am... I think I passed out somewhere near 3:30am or so. Up at 6am for Monday.
There's nothing quite as wearisome as trudging through your day just knowing that you have so much more to do and zilch in the energy department. I don't know how I drove my car home.
Highlight of the day was my father banning me from the kitchen for clean-up because I couldn't operate the plastic wrap.
Do not operate heavy machinery. Or plastic wrap.
