When I’m having the worst day, it is always a Tuesday. Always. I have been known to clear off my schedule, plan around the cursed day, because even the smallest task can spiral out of control resulting in omnishambles. I know I’m not the only one. Do you have that day that just blows no matter what you do? For my pal Arthur Dent, it is Thursdays. (Yes, the fictional character from The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy! I’ve read that book enough times that I can now refer to him as my pal if I want to! Also, back off; it is Tuesday!)
I love a Monday. I tip my hat to Mondays and say “toodle pip and wot!” While the rest of you grumble and moan about Mondays, I celebrate the excitement of things to come. What will this week bring? What adventures await me this week?
And yet, every week, I’m surprised that the only thing that awaits me is an effing Tuesday–an armpit-stinking, wet-socked, itchy-skin Tuesday that will take me all week to recover from.
Coincidentally, today is Jay’s 1-year check up at the doctor. So shots and blood draw for my baby. My poor baby! As far as I can tell, she is like me and can’t get the hang of Tuesdays either.