I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I think I’ve become that person who loathes Mondays. The long weekend just wasn’t enough to get (non-work related) things done, and lack of sleep doesn’t help either. Lately, it feels like I’m dragging my feet to work. The drive is gone. I’m tired of this routine, I want something new. All I think about nowadays is moving in with my husband. I always contemplate on how things are going to be when I finally get there—from waking up next to my husband every morning to making him breakfast to running by the beach in the afternoon to doing the groceries together at any given day. The list goes on, and it sucks that all I can do for now is imagine.
These pretty much sum up how I perceive Mondays lately:
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