I’ll make this post short and bittersweet…

I used to hate Mondays because it was the start of my work week. It would be hard for me to get up and get going from the nice weekend with my husband. I would get up, get my shower, my coffee maybe make and smoothie and make the half and hour trek to work. From there I would start my monotonous 5 day work week fetching and being a glorified gopher.

Now, we’ll now it’s all different.

Now Mondays are sad because my partner, my mate, my help goes back to work. I’m back to being out numbered by two dictators. I mean look how maniacal they are…

They are plotting against me already!

Now I will be counting the days to the weekend for a different reason. To be on an even playing field!