Happy Monday folks… Or not so happy Monday in my case. Don’t get me wrong, all is okay, but I woke up this morning just feeling a bit blugh. I’m not sure that’s even a word, but it’s the closest literary way I can find to express how I’m feeling today; blugh.
I had a fun, busy weekend with family, we spent Saturday at a wedding and Sunday at a Christening and it was lovely. But last night the Sunday blues started to creep in and they have well and truly exploded into full on Monday blues this morning.
Do you ever experience the Monday blues? What is it about Mondays that make us feel down or sad, or like we want to be somewhere totally different far, far away? Today was one of those mornings where I repeatedly pressed the snooze button on my alarm, not ready for the cold light of day to encroach on my sleep time. It was raining, dull, and grey, and all I wanted to do was stay in my bed.
I was in the middle of a blissful dream that I didn’t want to wake up from. Imagine the scene; Paris, in summer. I just bought my dream lamb-skin classic Chanel handbag. I was sitting in a bar along the Champs-Élysées drinking Rosé Champagne with my hubbie and the Arc de Triomphe was shimmering in the distance. It was a blissful wonderful dream, the kind of dream that made me feel like this was real life.
Then bang. Beep, beep, beep… I slowly woke to my alarm going off and the sound of reality creeping in. Blugh.
I think it’s time for a coffee…