That Day of the Week

Mondays. They just suck. Sometimes you walk out to work with a fishbowl on your head. Or if you are me, you have a nice tan and a Snooki-esque black eye courtesy of the time of my life at the beach. And then one of the kids at day camp throws another kid's flipflops in the pool and then throws a tantrum. Et cetera. Mondays. Fist pump to surviving em!