I’ve never really hated Mondays, if you’re okay with what you do for money then it’s never that bad. These days I do hate Mondays, I wake up knowing that I won’t get to play with Ry and tickle her and savor her early morning smiles. I won’t get to bring her and the dogs for a long walk at the park or for a little trip to NTUC where she grabs everything she can get her hands on and use poles to stand up in the stroller (which gave me a bloody heart attack !!). It feels awful to have to leave her in the care of a stranger most of the time because our parents don’t have the time or energy to help us, I know it could be worse but you usually feel better when there’s family around you know. Sigh.
With the jam that I know I’ll be stuck in on the way home, I have enough time to cuddle her, bathe her and listen to her whine because she’s tired 😦 Boo!