Oh, Monday.

Mondays are not my best day.  I am coming down off of the high from my drug of choice.  Also known as- The Weekend.

Today was just one of those Mondays.  I couldn't get my shit together.  My patience ran thin.  I was not productive or effective even in the few things I did accomplish.  Mom fails left, right, and center. 

Paul leaving for Cleveland did not help my Monday. Or the fact that Elena smells my weakness  in his absence and feeds off of it. I have underestimated her craft at this.  She absolutely knows when he is gone. Paul must think I'm crazy b/c I'm always telling him all the things she does when he is not here that she NEVER does when he's here.  It's a good thing she's so effing cute. 

Laughing at me while throwing her lunch on the floor. 

With 30 minutes to spare on this Monday, I'm feeling a little silly and petty for being so dramatic about what a bad day I was having. It wasn't really a bad day.  It was a Monday.  You know what I'm saying, right?  We're all allowed our Mondays.

In keeping with the theme of Monday, I decided not do any of the things I should have been doing like catching up on Words with Friends getting ready for our trip back home or cleaning.  Instead, I spent the night detoxing with my good friends, Joseph (see his handsome self below) and Emily and her bachelors. I'm fine with that.  And ready for Tuesday.