Usually I am anti-Mondays. I mean really who isn't? In fact I propose we absorb Mondays into the weekend and always have 3 days off. Who's with me?
But today, so far, it's actually not that bad.
Even though I got up half an hour earlier than necessary (thinking it was Friday already and that I needed to be in early for a meeting)...and even though I got to the metro and saw the big yellow warning signs proclaiming a "MAJOR DELAY" and the huge accompanying crowds...and even though I had a confrontation over the phone with a disagreeable caterer....
...I have been nothing but smiles all day. My cheeks hurt from all the cheesing.
It probably has something to do with the fact that I have a certain birthday coming up on Friday.
And I have wonderful friends who have gone above and beyond to make sure I celebrate it right.
And I have the best dad who sent me beautiful flowers today so that I can enjoy them all week long.
And I got that text that wished me a good start to the birthday week.
Because birthday's should be drawn out affairs, enjoyed all week right?
So today I'm ok with Monday. But just this once.