At some point in our lives, Mondays became a welcome sigh of relief. Our weekends are so crazy between band gigs, arbonne parties, and random activities with friends that Mondays seem calm and inviting. Mondays is when I feel like I can catch up on emails, phone calls and even a nap. I used to hate weekends during our adoption process because that meant that no one was working on our case. Then once we got home and I went back to work, I craved my weekends again and now we've come full-circle. Weekends are good but always non-stop to the point that I wish I could hug Mondays.
So, hello Monday, it's good to have you back.
and just so you're not totally bored with my post, here's an eliot fix:
(setting: watching football after putting on bandaids as a result of some shoes that are too small and insisting on placing the bandaid himself on his knee that had an ouch as well, albeit a fake ouch)