Monday really came at me this morning. First I couldn’t get my workout to stream, then I discovered a tub of guacamole had fallen out of the fridge…last night.
Then a jar of spaghetti sauce decided it couldn’t live without the guacamole, and IT took a dive. There was glass.
I knew I didn’t feel like getting out of bed this morning.
My Roomba apparently feels the same way, it seems pretty dedicated to staying under the couch.
Now that’s a full-on Monday. I’m hoping we can reach a truce.
Overall it was a relaxing, quiet weekend, so I guess it’s only fair? It probably isn’t, but I’m working on that truce thing. See?
And right on cue, the Roomba distress signal. It’s wedged under the farthest reaches of the sofa. I’m going in.
If I’m not back by tomorrow, send in a team.
Have as good a Monday as is humanly possible.