It is Monday night, the end of a day I do not care to repeat. Busy, crazy, boisterous. The good news is that 20% of the week from hell is now officially over. The bad news is that it gets worse from here, and there is still 80% to go. Tomorrow is too awful to even talk about.
Anyway, I'm always exhausted on Monday, probably from the anticipation of returning to work after a too-short weekend. Sometimes I crash on the couch, but today I made plans. I set out some rules that I intend to follow to make my Monday night respite truly relaxing, and might I say, even memorable.
No staying in the office any later than 5:30.
Drive straight home. No shopping, not even 7-Eleven.
No cooking. (I sliced a meatloaf. Oops.)
No cleaning. (This one was easy.)
No sitting around in work clothes (It's okay to take off your bra before midnight.)
Watch TV, preferably reruns. (Less need to think.)
Eat junk food, joyously.
Knit until the cows come home.
Oh yeah, no blogging.