You Don’t Have To Tell Me It’s Monday

What is it about the first work day of the week that causes it to be associated with trouble? Remember the Mamas and the Papas song about Monday?

Every other day
Every other day
Every other day
Of the week is fine, yeah.

But whenever Monday comes
But whenever Monday comes
You can find me crying
All of the time.

You have probably guessed by now that my day did not start well. First, I couldn’t find my car keys. My boys borrow my car often (so they can run out my gas…not theirs) I strongly suspected that they had put my keys somewhere but they had already left for school so I couldn’t ask them. The more I looked, the more sure I was that they had moved my keys and I admit it, I was mad.

I took a deep breath,  poured myself a cup of coffee and decided to grab the spare set of keys and look for the other one later. I took off to do an errand before work, leaving in plenty of time to get where I needed to be and back. Alas, things did not go smoothly and when I came back home I quickly realized that I didn’t have a key to the house (other key ring) and all the doors were locked. Windows too. That wouldn’t have been too bad but suddenly I realized I needed to go to the bathroom….real fast.

What to do?

Our church is right down the road and I know where they hide the key. Problem solved, if I could make it. I wheeled into the parking lot screeching tires, left the car running and ran to the ladies room. Thankfully there wasn’t a line and I made it in time.

My day didn’t get much better, but it didn’t get worse and I did find my car keys.

In my coat pocket.