Even if you love your job, and I mean really love it, there are those Monday morning moments when you just can’t believe the weekend is over.

Those days when the alarm goes off, and although you want to turn over and go back to sleep, you have to haul your dopey carcass out of bed.  I hate those days, it turns my morning routine into an assault course (mascara wands and hair straighteners are dangerous in less than dextrous hands).  So half blind I head off to work where things aren’t going to get any better for at least 3 hours.

I need caffeine, which has to be introduced slowly or I get a bit too jittery, and patience is not something I can muster up at will. I just know that it’s going to be a bad day, and that’s before I’ve read my emails.

Sometimes, you just power on through, sometimes I just need to listen to some music to help the coffee pump its way through my veins.  And before you know it, it’s mid afternoon and you can actually function like a normal person again.  I hate those days.  But they do make you appreciate all the other mornings when you can just get up and get on with it.

I had one of those days yesterday, so I’m not due another for ages, here’s hoping.