Every day of the week has it's purpose...except Tuesdays. I'll break it down for you in case you haven't figured this out already (which you probably have and I'm really not that clever).
Sunday - it's really the first day of the week. In Christian American Culture, this is church day, and is often referred to as the Sabbath so we're supposed to rest. (Sabbath is really Saturday, but whatever) What really happens is the women cook lunch, work in the yard a little and finish laundry not completed on Saturday. The men will help with some yard work, watch NFL or Nascar, depending on the time of the year and take a nap. I am a good wife, so I will keep my husband company and watch NFL along with him. ;)
Monday - the first work day of the business week. No one really appreciates Mondays. It's obvious why.
Tuesday - I'll get to this one in a moment.
Wednesday - commonly known as "Hump Day". No, Fergie, this is not a reference to your lovely lady lumps, but it's the middle of the week. You wanna get OVER the hump so it's a downward coast from there. Wednesdays are okay in my opinion. I could live without them though.
Thursday - Friday Eve! I like Thursdays. I have a sense of accomplishment on this day. I'm fairly productive at work and at the house because I like to get my to do list done before the end of the week and I have a cram session of laundry, cleaning, grocery shopping, etc.
Friday - See, most people say Friday is their favorite day of the week. This is dumb. Saturday is the best day of the week and the only reason so many like Friday is because it precedes this day off (for most people). But, I think the actual day off is the best day, not the day before it. It makes sense. Fridays are the least productive days in the average work place. We take longer coffee breaks, leave a few minutes before the go home bell sounds and we actually read those silly forwards we have sitting in our e-mailboxes all week.
Saturday - ah....Saturday. How I love thee! Now it doesn't take long for anyone to figure out that Paige-ro likes to sleep. I also like to "sleep in". This is usually the day for me to have my reward of sleeping in after working the 5 days before, getting up between 5 and 6am. I like Saturdays because for the most part I can get a lot of things done. If Brad is home we work in the yard, then I will clean on the inside of the house, do some grocery shopping, visit the kids, and what not. If I'm lucky I'll attend a get together or something. If I'm real lucky, that get together will take place at Callaghan's Irish Pub. Yet, there are many Saturdays which hold baby or bridal showers, family events, birthday parties, and such that will keep me away from home. Its okay, at least I'm not in the office.
Now, don't get me wrong, I do love where I work. But, let's face it. We would all rather play than work, right?
So, getting back to Tuesdays... it's basically the hangover from Monday. For myself I have the weekend to do things I like to (again, for the most part, not entirely). I'm out of the office setting, enjoying fresh air and sunlight, the company of friends and family. Then BAM! It's Monday and I'm easing my way back into the groove of the business world. Mondays are usually busy. I have a long to do list that for some reason I feel I MUST accomplish within the next 8 hours or I'm done for. So I work really hard, then usually have some sort of activity to do that night, so come Tuesday I'm already spent.
Today is Tuesday, can you tell? It's a quarter to 9am, and I'm already on my second cup of coffee, trying not to fall out of my chair. This isn't like me. For the past year and a half I've enjoyed a small cup of coffee or tea and I'm good the rest of the day. NOT SO TODAY. I'm hungover from Monday. Okay, Mom, don't freak, no alcohol was involved. I'm hungover from what Monday stands for and requires of me.
Another culprit to my extreme tiredness is my new lifting program. O.M.G. It's um... tough. I also played a little tennis last night and I'm sore from head to toe. Yet, Tuesdays do serve a great purpose, it's my universal rest day. That's right, no cardio, no lifting, REST. It's nice. I do this so I don't overdo it, alrighty? The epsom salt soak last night did help me. I'll be honest, I'd love another one. :)
Sunday - it's really the first day of the week. In Christian American Culture, this is church day, and is often referred to as the Sabbath so we're supposed to rest. (Sabbath is really Saturday, but whatever) What really happens is the women cook lunch, work in the yard a little and finish laundry not completed on Saturday. The men will help with some yard work, watch NFL or Nascar, depending on the time of the year and take a nap. I am a good wife, so I will keep my husband company and watch NFL along with him. ;)
Monday - the first work day of the business week. No one really appreciates Mondays. It's obvious why.
Tuesday - I'll get to this one in a moment.
Wednesday - commonly known as "Hump Day". No, Fergie, this is not a reference to your lovely lady lumps, but it's the middle of the week. You wanna get OVER the hump so it's a downward coast from there. Wednesdays are okay in my opinion. I could live without them though.
Thursday - Friday Eve! I like Thursdays. I have a sense of accomplishment on this day. I'm fairly productive at work and at the house because I like to get my to do list done before the end of the week and I have a cram session of laundry, cleaning, grocery shopping, etc.
Friday - See, most people say Friday is their favorite day of the week. This is dumb. Saturday is the best day of the week and the only reason so many like Friday is because it precedes this day off (for most people). But, I think the actual day off is the best day, not the day before it. It makes sense. Fridays are the least productive days in the average work place. We take longer coffee breaks, leave a few minutes before the go home bell sounds and we actually read those silly forwards we have sitting in our e-mailboxes all week.
Saturday - ah....Saturday. How I love thee! Now it doesn't take long for anyone to figure out that Paige-ro likes to sleep. I also like to "sleep in". This is usually the day for me to have my reward of sleeping in after working the 5 days before, getting up between 5 and 6am. I like Saturdays because for the most part I can get a lot of things done. If Brad is home we work in the yard, then I will clean on the inside of the house, do some grocery shopping, visit the kids, and what not. If I'm lucky I'll attend a get together or something. If I'm real lucky, that get together will take place at Callaghan's Irish Pub. Yet, there are many Saturdays which hold baby or bridal showers, family events, birthday parties, and such that will keep me away from home. Its okay, at least I'm not in the office.
Now, don't get me wrong, I do love where I work. But, let's face it. We would all rather play than work, right?
So, getting back to Tuesdays... it's basically the hangover from Monday. For myself I have the weekend to do things I like to (again, for the most part, not entirely). I'm out of the office setting, enjoying fresh air and sunlight, the company of friends and family. Then BAM! It's Monday and I'm easing my way back into the groove of the business world. Mondays are usually busy. I have a long to do list that for some reason I feel I MUST accomplish within the next 8 hours or I'm done for. So I work really hard, then usually have some sort of activity to do that night, so come Tuesday I'm already spent.
Today is Tuesday, can you tell? It's a quarter to 9am, and I'm already on my second cup of coffee, trying not to fall out of my chair. This isn't like me. For the past year and a half I've enjoyed a small cup of coffee or tea and I'm good the rest of the day. NOT SO TODAY. I'm hungover from Monday. Okay, Mom, don't freak, no alcohol was involved. I'm hungover from what Monday stands for and requires of me.
Another culprit to my extreme tiredness is my new lifting program. O.M.G. It's um... tough. I also played a little tennis last night and I'm sore from head to toe. Yet, Tuesdays do serve a great purpose, it's my universal rest day. That's right, no cardio, no lifting, REST. It's nice. I do this so I don't overdo it, alrighty? The epsom salt soak last night did help me. I'll be honest, I'd love another one. :)
So, I guess the only cure for a Monday hangover is that second cup of coffee, a good long stretch and a prayer.
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