Monday morning...

Well.. it's Monday morning - hoorah! NOT! I'm downing my first cup of java and wondering where the weekend went, again. Why is it the week seems to drag, then it's the weekend and there's never enough time? Personally, I think it's a cosmic joke, why else would you work your a** off for five days, and then have two days for 'rest'? Like, really! where is the fun in that prospect. You work hard all week, on Saturday you have to do the usual weekly household duties, if you are one of us neat freaks, this takes time. Then, supposedly, Sunday is the day of rest, but it never works that way. If you have kids it's even worse if they're into any type of sports, or some such, because there's usually an enormous amount of practices. Been there, in my childhood, and now am appreciative of all my parents sacrificed to get us to and from these horrendous events.
Course, as any child, I didn't show my appreciation then. But, as an adult, I can see my parents went out of their way to provide my sister and I with something that we wanted. To this day, I will always love them for the support they showed us, that and the fact that the dance lessons did nothing for my sister. She can still trip over her own two feet, on a flat surface, with nothing within twenty feet of her and fall on her a**. Glad all those hours of ballet paid off mom, you should demand a refund.