That "Monday" feeling.

I suppose everybody feels the "Monday blahs" to some extent but never sit and think why. I can only speak for me because I only speak for everyone when they give me permission. In our family, weekends are a celebratory time. Movie nights, swimming, daiquiris ( alcoholic and not ) , day trips and just an all around fun time. I actually go out of my way to be goofy, zany and immature during these times. It makes my family laugh. When they laugh, I am in my happy place. Monday always seems to be "the end" of those times. It's funny how the beginning of a week is really the end to something else. As I sit here typing this, my family is still asleep and not feeling the Monday blahs. The only saving thought is that the next weekend is only 5 days away.

"Savor the day"