Today has been one of those days which you wish you could start all over again. I woke up late, I had a million phonecalls which I was too busy to deal with, and that's not even mentioning the real tragedy. For instance, there was a butterfly trapped in the greenhouse. And then Bella smacked Jake one for kissing her (she is beyond insane! I would smack Edward if he got his disgusting, freezing hands on me...)
Okay, maybe I have my priorities all mixed up, and fictional love triangles really have nothing to do with why I feel so rubbish, but they certainly don't help. The day is dull, the sun hasn't made an appearance, and of course, it's a Monday.
I don't know why Mondays have to be so lame. Sundays are evidently the worst (and most boring) day of the week, but they are immediately followed by their close competitor. Mondays insist on rain or clouds, or, ideally, both. They like maths and logic and tripping you up. They like missed buses and angry wasps. Even when you're not at work, Mondays are seldom joyful dots on the calendar.
But am I missing something? Did I forget that today I woke up and had food in the fridge? Did I forget that I watched Neighbours at lunchtime? A rare treat these days. And did I forget that Bella's fist wasn't even felt by Mr Jacob Black? And that his chortle at her disgust made me laugh out loud myself?
When the sun comes back out I may smile. Or maybe tomorrow when I know it is no longer a Monday, far away from a Sunday and suddenly I am able to pick up on all the little good things that happen during a day.
Or, alternatively, I could begin right now. Afterall, I think the butterfly escaped :)
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