I hate Mondays. I really do.
I start dreading Monday morning sometime Sunday afternoon. I'll even have restless sleeps Sunday night with stress dreams.
Emotional wreck much? Jeeze louise.
I think it has do with the fact that I have an early group and so am the first one to come into a dark office. It's like this little evil reminder that I'm the only one at work while everyone else...isn't.
Once I get to work, turn on the lights, and have my first group, it really is fine. Really.
(But I still hate Mondays.)
Two little things made this all whole ordeal much more bearable today.
First, I'm learning how to style my hair so it can be naturally wavy. Today was a success. No curling irons necessary. Just gimme some curl-enhancing mousse, a diffuser, and a brush. Boo ya, grandma.
(Don't ask me where the second half of my eyebrow is in this pic because I don't know.)
Coming from someone who's had nothing but stick straight hair her entire life and has always referred to naturally wavy/curly hair as "my dream hair," this new discovery in the realm of possibilities for my hair is basically...earth shattering??? Yes, I'd say that's about right. A dream come true, a fantasy, and mind-blowing would all also be appropriate in this instance.
And then there's my fun little neon orange flats. 'Nuff said.
If me, naturally wavy hair, and orange flats hold on together, I know our dreams will never die.
...or at, the very least, Mondays will be a bit more doable.