Monday.

Sitting under the windows, eating a bowl of Chex Mix and petting the cross eyed cat feels like a great way to start the week.

Monday is starting to become my favorite day. No obligations, no appointments, no work, just a relaxing day at home. It is weird to think that almost every one else I know dreaded waking up this morning before the sun, kicking themselves to stay awake while they work, trying hard to remember the feeling of the weekend. *tiny violin music plays*

Yes, I slept in this morning. Yes, I watched cartoons and ate Count Chocula all morning with PP. But I was up at 2AM this morning because a certain someone decided it was time to put on an Oscar worthy performance; screaming, crying, even tears. Bravo.
*tiny violin music plays*

Regardless, I have been trying this new thing lately. It's called 'being optimistic.' Its crazy, right? So when I feel pissed about having to pgo to work, or waking up to a screaming child right in the middle of an awesome dream, I just think to myself, "Remember when the cops raided the downstairs neighbors apartment at my old house? I almost shit my pants. This isn't quite as bad as that." There's my optimism.

Happy Monday.