Monday Blues

I have a new theory about Mondays, if I get up and get dressed -- like really dressed up -- I'll have better day. Because let me tell you something: I hate Mondays. On Sunday I'm happy, vibrant and full of life. But something happens in the dark hours of the night and by Monday morning I'm cranky, fuzzy and can't think straight. Fuzzy as in it's noon here and I'm still responding with grunts to most questions I'm being asked. (My husband is used to this Monday monster I become but welcomes and appreciates your sympathy.) BUT I will say that my theory of getting dressed up a little more than I typically would for a Monday actually helps. Wearing this pretty and happy...