I HATE Monday Mornings and LOVE Monday Nights

I Hate Monday Mornings.
I never get a good night sleep on Sunday nights, knowing that I work early Monday morning. I love my job as a hairstylist, but on Mondays, I'm not fond of standing on my feet first thing in the morning. And no matter how hard I try to get up at a reasonable time to make it to work on-time, I never succeed on Mondays. It's not like I did anything over this weekend. I don't do much on the weekends anyways. And lately, the weekends have just been ridiculously boring. But this morning, my alarm went off, and the sound of Loony Tunes was ringing in my ear. Yes, that's my alarm tone. Believe me, its a cute tone, but it is the most annoying thing to hear first thing in the morning. I end up screaming "I hate you Bugs Bunny" every Monday when I hear it. This is a little bit of how my Monday morning routine works:

• Alarm Rings at 7:00am/I scream at Bugs Bunny Ringtone
  
• I throw myself out of bed after hitting snooze 17 times (literally)
  
• I sleep walk to the bathroom and take a shower
• I venture back into my room to get ready after I sit and stare at the floor for about 15 minutes thinking about how much I hate Mondays.

(By this time it is now 8:15am and I need to be to work by 9:00am with a 17 minute drive there)

• I finally put on my face (minus the mascara-that comes later)
  
• I throw my hair in a clip(I can do my hair @ work) and pick out the simplest clothes because I hate Mondays.

(It's now 8:38am and need to be to work at 9:00am with still...a 17 minute drive there)

• I make it down the stairs, let the dog out, and grab a breakfast bar to go
• I grab the 4 bags I carry with me to and from work because I like making more work for myself
• I go out and finally start my car to warm up for 5 mins (by now its 8:45am and I still have a 17 minute drive)
• I get in the car and realize I forgot some item inside (cellphone, a bag, etc.) It happens every Monday morning
• I finally pull out of the drive way and start my 17 minute drive to work at 8:50am still without any coffee in my system. Coffee is my drug of choice. So every person who pulls in front of me, or gets on my bumper on the way to work, is going to get the Monday morning road rage.
• 9:07am, I have finally arrived at my job until 3pm.

Im a coffee lover. I have to have atleast 2 and a half cups of coffee on a Monday morning to even put me in my routine and snap me into my bubbly self. When 3pm eventually rolls around, I drive home in a better mood because in 5 hours, The Bachelor will be on. My dad goes off to bowl on his bowling league, and my mom and I sit in the living room, drink our favorite Cafe Mocha's from Tim Hortons and watch our favorite Monday night show. We yell during commercials, and get all hyped up on the drama that takes place. That is my "escape" from reality for 2 hours. Im missing my husband so badly right now. I miss him every single day more and more. When I dont talk to him for days, it puts me in a funk. I hate feeling funky. It makes my whole body hurt. But on a good note: Today is February 1st. This means I can rip January off the calendar and watch it make its way down the paper shredder because its over and done and Im one month closer to seeing the love of my life. Its such an exciting feeling!! Im signing off now, I can hear my Cafe Mocha calling me and The Bachelor will be on in 22 minutes.


I LOVE Tim Hortons


"The Bachelor"