The Urban Dictionary defines Mondayitis as:
The seemingly contagious disease that effects people on Mondays. Symptoms include not showing up for work or even calling in, usually triggered by over celebrating Sunday Funday. Home cures include late night breakfastses, sleeping late and half-hearted pledges of sobriety. Usually lasts until Friday Eve.
Yesterday morning, I was trying to work out why Monday’s have such a bad reputation. You see I’m a morning person: up at 6am most days without an alarm, unable to sleep in unless I’m sick. Yet I seem to be burdened with a bunch of morning grouches in my life. Admittedly they are all male—primary schooler, teenager (now legally able to drink) and my darling beloved (don’t dare use a different title-he reads our blog LOL)—so that might be one reason for the surliness. Yet yesterday every man in my life hit me with a bad attitude. Oh geez.
Me? I was bouncing-keen to get stuck into writing after the weekend off. Right up until the moment my husband asked me what my problem was. Men! Can’t a woman be happy that two out of the three men in her life will be exiting the house? Can’t a woman be impatient to lose herself in her fantasy world (that actually makes a little money) instead of looking at ironing?
To say I came crashing down to earth in a big way is an understatement. It is almost impossible to stay upbeat in the face of universal (my universe) disapproval especially when your family has a problem with you being happy. *sigh*
But Monday seems to be the day that sets the tone for the rest of my week. And I think I’ve worked out why. The secret seems to be that I love my job.
Instead of chanting, “I don’t like Monday’s” ala Boom Town Rats, I’m thinking of what mischief I can get my characters into in the next few days. Although I treat writing as a job I also find it a great deal of fun.
So if you are a morning person, and an even rarer Monday lover like me, I’d love to hear how you cope with your gloomy dissenters?