All week I wait for the weekend!
On Monday I say “good damn its already Monday….where’s my coffee?”
On Tuesday I say “shit I’m tired, there should be a law against 5am alarm clocks….where’s my coffee?”
On Wednesday I say “ITS HUMP DAY….but in reality I’m far too tired to hump anything (unless Jason Statham shows up then watch out).
On Thursday I say “Thank GOD tomorrow is Friday…I don’t think I can bear much more”.
On Friday I say “Is it 3pm yet? When will this dat be over TGIF”.
On Saturday my kids wake me up at 6am fighting over the computer and who gets the last cookie (that they just ate the whole bag together)! I get up scream everyone shut up your fauther is sleeping!!! Then I look around and say “FUCK, where did all this laundry come from? And who made this big mess!!!”. And I spend the weekend cleaning, shopping and laundry!
NO WONDER I’M SO TIRED ON MONDAY!