Ahhh, it's Monday again. The day some people dread, but others relish. You either want your weekend to go on and on, or you want the stability and regiment that is your day to day job.
Today's I'd rather be Monday is brought to you by the letter T. T, which begins words like:
Which leads to my "I'd rather be..."
-> I'd rather be at work than wrestling any meal into my two year old.
-> I'd rather be at work than doing last minute shopping for dress clothes for a man who has resisted these purchases for YEARS. Trying to get PB to understand that there are shirts meant to be worn with a suit, and shirts meant to be worn with just a tie or blazer was almost impossible. I nearly killed me. But it's over, and he's in
Ok, I'm off to go be a good mindless worker. Wish me luck this week. I'm just shooting for more hugs than meltdowns. We'll see what I get, eh? 97 hours until PBs plane touches down in Cleveland, but who's counting?