A Case of the Mondays.

We’ve all heard it. Mondays suck. The weekend is over. Everyone’s suffering from a case of the Mondays. Well, I’m very pleased to rub it in everyone’s faces right now that, for me, a case of the Mondays is pretty much a case of awesome. Chalk it up as yet another fantastic part of quitting your day job to pursue your passion full time.

I love Mondays. Mondays require a little bit of a break from my usual routine. Mondays are laundry days, which means my “office,” aka my bed, is currently out of commission because I’m cleaning sheets and what have you, so I moved everything out to the living room and do things a little differently. As someone who is very tied to a routine, this is a little exciting, and, though it sometimes makes me feel like I’m not as productive, it’s a good change of pace. It’s the day after the weekend, which means I get the apartment to myself a good deal while the roommate is at work, and it allows me to prepare for the rest of the week and get a new charge on things.

Quite a good difference from dreading Mondays, which were usually filled with a ton of paper work and hours of conference calls at my last job. Granted, it’s not all sunshine and laundry, either. I have to make it to the library to print out my tax forms to send (note: I had my taxes finished in February, but Illinois is really stupid about e-filing sometimes), find a notary public (there’s one at the library, but I think I might miss them today, so that might be another project), email HR at my former place of employment about some 401K issues, I started my period this morning, and the rain we’re having now is threatening to turn into snow (GROSS). There’s some bills that need paying, too. Even with all that, though, it’s Monday, the start of a new week, to be filled with a lot of great work and writing, bringing me closer to publishing my next book and other great projects, and I couldn’t be happier. Plus, I just hit 300 follows on my blog. Case of the Mondays? Yeah, I’ll take it.


  1. I’m probably weird because I look forward to Mondays, and may dread weekends just a little bit. Mondays mean a return to school for my daughter and return to work for my husband. Not that I don’t love my family, but I’m an extreme introvert. I need time to myself, which I don’t really get anyway because I have the boy here all day. It also means a return to my normal routine. When I get thrown off that, I get really cranky. So, yes, Mondays are good. šŸ™‚

    • Ahahaha, this is by far the best reason to love Mondays I have ever read. And I can totally relate. Now that I’m writing full time, I really appreciate Mondays because my roommate goes back to work, too, so I have the apartment to myself for a good chunk of time. I’m the exact same way about my routine, and weekends always throw it way off now.

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