Finally solving the “juggle”
You know, Sunday night wouldn’t be so bad if Monday wasn’t the next day.
No matter how much I try to start preparing early for the upcoming week, it seems like there’s always something that keeps me up on Sunday night, anyway.
I think the work day ought to begin around noon on Monday, or, I should be able to take the laundry to the office, and, fold during the next conference call.
While I’m at it, I think I should be able to bring ingredients to work in my briefcase, and, assemble our dinner during uneventful meetings.
Voila! Work done, laundry finished, and, dinner nearly ready.















I agree! For whatever reason, court terms here always begin on Monday morning. This means your weekend is shot and your week starts out frantic. It unnerves me to no end.