Why are Mondays difficult?

I'm lamenting that question quietly to myself at the office.

I'm sleepy and tired from my big lunch. I over compensated from not having any breakfast and pigged out at lunch because I was starved. Now I feel like a dozen donkeys are hanging on my eyelids.

The reason why I had not breakfast this morning is because I was too nervous. I had an important call this morning and couldn't eat and even with the prep work and anxiety, I didn't do well on the call. Aargh.

And because today is Sara's first day of being liberated from the school care center, she's called me at least five times this morning. Apparently she's been calling the husband, too. Just to, you know, chit chat. I'm glad she's left for school and will have other people to talk to.

I want to go home. Correction.

I want to go home and SLEEP off this Monday blues...