I never looked forward to Mondays like I do now. (Sorry, Garfield. I will always love lasagna and hate spiders..still love me?)
Weekends have become obstacle courses. Too many places to stumble, as far as I'm concerned. I guess I'm just too much of a creature of habit.
During the week I can have a mini-bagel and a bottle of water and be totally fine until 1-2 o'clock.
Come Saturday mid-morning and I'm considering the caloric content of a small pony.
Routine isn't much consolation today tho. I have a sick kid this morning and only 3 more days of class left...
I have a visual on one very strong monkey, patiently waiting, arm cocked, with one very large, shiny, heavy wrench in hand.
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Ha! I get that. I'm the same way. I actually didn't do too bad this weekend, but could have been better, but I couldn't wait until the morning so I could start all over again.
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