It is Monday morning, and I am happy another weekend is over since I do not have to deal with the constant marital problems at least until W comes home. It makes me a little more relaxed. I remember when I would look forward to the weekends. Now I am just glad when they are over. Does anyone else feel this way too?
No, normal people love the weekends, normal people are not glad the weekends are over, heck I wish my weekends would last indefinitely!
