You know what makes a Monday even worse? Having a really good weekend. Yesterday, when Frank & I were around the corner from our house, after a fantastic stay-over at my sister's for Easter, & I just couldn't help but whine like a 5 year old and ask, "do we have to go home?"
We're going away this weekend as well & I'm sure I'll be pouting again come Sunday night. Hopefully the next few Mondays will be kind.