About a year and a half ago, a coworker was describing his office location as being somewhat like the movie Office Space. I hadn’t seen the flick and told him so, and then promptly received it as a gift for my next birthday. Awesome. In it, there’s a whole bunch of dialogue about Mondays.
Peter Gibbons: Let me ask you something. When you come in on Monday, and you’re not feelin’ real well, does anyone ever say to you, ‘Sounds like someone has a case of the Mondays’? Lawrence: No. No, man. Sh*t, no, man. I believe you’d get your ass kicked sayin’ something like that, man.
Peter Gibbons: Boy, I’ll tell ya, some days… One of these days it’s just gonna be like… [He mimics the sound of a machine gun. Brian, a waiter, walks up and does the same and laughs]
Brian, Chotchkie’s Waiter: So can I get you gentlemen something more to drink? Or maybe something to nibble on? Some Pizza Shooters, Shrimp Poppers, or Extreme Fajitas? Peter Gibbons: Just coffee.
Brian, Chotchkie’s Waiter: Okay. Sounds like a case of the Mondays.
and then there’s….
Peter Gibbons: Hey, guys.
Michael Bolton: What’s up, G?
Peter Gibbons: Want to go to Chotchkie’s? Get some coffee?
Samir: Oh, it’s a little early.
Peter Gibbons: I gotta get outta here. I think I’m gonna lose it.
Female Temp: Uh-oh. Sounds like somebody’s got a case of the Mondays.
Well, I think I have one. A Case of the Mondays that is.
You see, my Monday started at approximately 12:30 a.m. when Pumpkin woke up the first time. I saw Monday again at approximately 3:30 a.m., when Pumpkin woke up with a raging fever. Then Monday started “for good” (for lack of better terminology) at 6. I am so tired.
I was fortunate enough to only have one girl to get on the bus this morning, and then I took my kids to Barnes & Noble to get books about Chicago for my upcoming girls’ weekend away. Yes, I’ve been there, and yes, I realize I’m somewhat nerdy for buying touristy books, but hey, whatever. While we’re at the BN, I decide to buy bagels for the girls and a coffee. I get a bagel, some Horizon chocolate milk boxes for the kids, and order a cappuccino for myself. I paid, got the food, the chocolate milk and then Pumpkin started having a hissy so I took the girls and walked away… WITHOUT MY COFFEE.
I realized it, of course, and turned around to get it. It was there, it was fine – good. We paid for our books, headed out into a torrential downpour (I know, at least it’s not snow, right?), and the rain made my hand slip and… I dropped my coffee. Maaaaaaaaan. I picked it up before too much splashed out, hurried the kids to the car, and buckled them in. Wiped the coffee (I know I must have drank twenty kinds of sidewalk bacteria but there was a tradeoff and the options were caffeine versus no caffeine, and you tell me what YOU would have done).
The drive home was uneventful – actually, I shouldn’t say that. I was jamming to the new Counting Crows’ cd and The Princess asked me to turn it up. This is huge, as there was no Jonas Brothers or Hannah Montana to be heard on the cd. I checked the rear view and I’ll be darned if my kid wasn’t rocking out to “1492″ (And to those who bought the album, I hope to never have to explain what a “tranny whore” is). That was indeed awesome.
Come home to a call from The Princess’s buddy’s mom inviting her to a movie. Awesome because at this point, Pumpkin was whining ferociously and I was starting to wonder if maybe my head was going to blow up. I said, “Take my kid to a movie? Sure! Take her!” I then had to hustle to get things done, including make a lunch for the girls.
I decided to not test my culinary skills and instead pop a frozen pizza into the oven – which would have been fine had I not burned the everloving crap out of my hand pulling the pizza out when it was done. Still hurts. Freakin’ Monday.
The Princess is off and after forty-five consecutive whining minutes, Pumpkin is napping. I’m off to hit the treadmill and see if I can’t turn this day around.