Monday’s child is fair of face
Tuesday’s child is full of grace,
Wednesday’s child is full of woe,
Thursday’s child has far to go,
Friday’s child is loving and giving,
Saturday’s child works hard for a living,
But the child who is born on the Sabbath Day
Is bonny and blithe and good and gay.
(Monday’s Child via Wikipedia)
Well, well. Monday. We meet again. Let’s have at it.
— dakegra (@dakegra) March 4, 2013
Why is that that we treat Monday like a person? Twitter on a Monday morning is full of tweets like mine, above. Shaking a virtual fist in Monday’s face and challlenging it to do its worst. Others opt for a more optimistic outlook.
Happy Monday, folks!
— Leeds-List (@Leeds_List) March 4, 2013
I supposed it’s because Monday marks the end of the weekend. Work is set to start again, and it’s a long long way until Friday. I’ve not noticed people treating other days as people though, have you?
So that’s Monday. Tuesday is a bit better – you’ve got Monday out of the way and have settled into the ebb and flow of the week. Wednesday is pretty good – you can tell yourself that you’re halfway there, even on a Wednesday morning where you’ve really still got three full days to go.
Thursdays are my favourite. You’ve broken the back of the week, and Friday is firmly in your sights. You’ve still got time to do whatever it is you were supposed to do be the end of the week and have been putting off since Monday.
Fridays are ok, though there’s always a last-minute panic of ‘oh no, not enough time to finish everything off!’ They improve as the day goes on though, as you look forward to 5pm and the start of the weekend.
Saturdays and Sundays have started to devolve into an amorphous mass of weekend jobs, especially when you’ve got kids. You find yourself faced with the mountain of things you’ve put off until the weekend. Shopping, tidying, those odd bits of DIY, maybe a spot of allotmenteering or the inevitable trip to Ikea.
Sunday morning starts off well, but before long you’re into Douglas Adams’ long, dark tea-time of the soul. a phrase coined in ‘Life, the Universe and Everything’ to describe the wretched boredom of immortal being Wowbagger, the Infinitely Prolonged.
“…it was the Sunday afternoons he couldn’t cope with, and that terrible listlessness which starts to set in … as you stare at the clock the hands will move relentlessly on to four o’clock, and you will enter the long dark teatime of the soul…”
You find yet more things that you’ve put off all weekend – ironing a shirt for monday morning, making sure the kids’ schoolbags are packed and they’ve got a clean school jumper and PE kit, that sort of thing.
It’s no wonder by the time Monday rolls around you’re completely fed up.
Or are you? Are you a Monday person, fair of face and raring to go?