Just another manic Monday or, how do you feel when Monday rolls around

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I've just had a great weekend. Getting lots of things done around the house, getting all our music gear loaded into the car, my lovely partner did a blinding gig with me doing a bit of singing, we got paid by the pub (always a bonus)and spent Sunday seeing friends and generally chilling out. All in all a lovely weekend, no problems, no hitches, no troubles and we went to bed in a calm and relaxed mood. And then came Monday, at 4.35 am to be specific. The alarm clock went off and we both overslept. My partner was supposed to be starting his shift at 6am, we didn't get out of bed until 5.15am which meant frantic racing around to get washed and dressed and out of the house so I could drive him to work in time. Oh joy, it's pelting with rain and a driving wind and there is a lake where the road used to be, but I managed to get him to work with a couple of minutes to spare. Driving home I realised that the petrol tank was virtually empty. I made it home on fumes I guess and managed to pull into the only petrol station open at that hour to find that my purse with my money was at home, I know exactly where it is, it's on the kitchen table where I left it when we dashed out of the house earlier. Fortunately the guy knows me and was happy for me to put some petrol in the car and come back later with the cash. Got into the house to find that our lovely cat, Moomin, had found a way to open the fridge door and was happly munching her way through the last of the ham, having knocked down a couple of eggs and the half a carton of orange juice as well. How is it that one small cat can cause such total devastation in a small area? So she got booted out and I cleaned up the mess, all this before 7.30am on a Monday morning. I found my purse and my bag and checked that I had my time sheet and other papers before setting off to a temporary assignment I had been given on Friday evening. No problem, I thought, back to the garage to pay for the petrol, then a quick drive into the city, park up and head into the office I was supposed to be working in this week. The weather was still pretty dreadful and the traffic horrendous. I'm stuck in a traffic jam when my mobile phone begins its insistent ringing, so I pick it up, can't find my headset so I take the risk as I am not moving anywhere in the traffic. It's my agency informing me that the client doesn't need a temp now so I could go home and wait for a call later to see if they had any other work for me. Fan-flaming-tastic, I'm stuck in traffic in the pouring rain, need to turn around and go home as I have no work this week. Eventually the traffic moves sufficiently for me to wriggle out of the line and turn off. Driving back home my little car does a very good impersonation of a hovercraft as I almost aquaplane through a torrent of water streaming from the clogged main drain in the road. I make it home and park up on the drive, narrowly avoiding the Council rubbish lorry parked virtually across my drive and blocking the access for myself and my neighbours. Moomin is a bedraggled heap of soggy fur on the doorstep, and as I open the door she bolts into the house almost knocking me over as she belts up the stairs and jumps onto the sofa. Dripping all over the furniture, she looks at me as if to say "I hate you but you have to get me dry now" so I grab the old towel and catch her. Five minutes later we have an almost dry cat and I have several impressive lacerations on my hand and arm. So, by 9am I am logged onto my computer, the cat is sitting under the desk still digesting the ham, the rain is hammering at the windows, it's cold and wet, and it's Monday Morning. How was your Monday?