Why do Mondays always seem to be the worst days in existence?
Yesterday Monday hated me.
I got to work and used the restroom only to find out that I was spotting. One long frantic post to The Bump and some soothing replies and suggestions that maybe it was ovulation spotting and I calmed down.
Monday then pretended to get better for awhile. I spent the rest of my workday being productive and even got home and got through making some bad ass nachos without hurting myself. Ok... so I did accidentally touch the metal sheet pan with my bare hand after I took it out of the oven, but I didn't really burn myself.
This is where Monday decided to bite me again. My study partner for my Anatomy and Physiology class had come over for dinner and studying and we apparently decided to yak about food for an hour and a half. We didn't even start studying until almost 9. At this point we spent an hour studying, but the microscopic function of a muscle kept distracting us with inappropriate thoughts so we kept getting distracted.
One notable distraction was how the motor axon (I think I am remembering this much right from our studying) resembled an Echidna penis during part of the animation we were watching to understand how skeletal muscle functions.
Wait... did she really just talk about an Echidna and it's penis. Yes, yes I did. My husband introduced me to this YouTube account that creates True Facts videos. They are hilarious.
But hey, I started out on track. I just commented that the animation looked like the Echidna's penis, and so she requested that I clarified. I then Googled it to show her. She was promptly grossed out and fascinated and conceded that she saw where I was coming from. Trust me, an Echidna has a very weird penis.
We were going to move on from that point, but my husband overheard and told me I had to show her the True facts video. So we did HERE and then we went on to watch another one about Morgan Freeman. Who isn't facinated about Morgan Freeman? And I mean, come on, nothing exists until he dreams about it. It's true... really... HERE is proof. We almost got distracted with the one about Tarsiers, but luckily we pulled it together and went back to spacing out... erm, I mean studying. Don't judge us, we are A students... so far.
Finally my day wraps up, but instead of having a nice evening of baby making with my husband... I accidentally scratch him. Let us leave it at that. It ended the night pretty quick.
And this is why Monday hates me. It turned me into a freaked out, mood swingy, distracted, clumsy person.
I am glad it is Tuesday now. I can look back on Monday and roll my eyes.
Plus Morgan Freeman dreamed that my Tuesday will be wonderful... and so it shall be.
Yesterday Monday hated me.
I got to work and used the restroom only to find out that I was spotting. One long frantic post to The Bump and some soothing replies and suggestions that maybe it was ovulation spotting and I calmed down.
Monday then pretended to get better for awhile. I spent the rest of my workday being productive and even got home and got through making some bad ass nachos without hurting myself. Ok... so I did accidentally touch the metal sheet pan with my bare hand after I took it out of the oven, but I didn't really burn myself.
This is where Monday decided to bite me again. My study partner for my Anatomy and Physiology class had come over for dinner and studying and we apparently decided to yak about food for an hour and a half. We didn't even start studying until almost 9. At this point we spent an hour studying, but the microscopic function of a muscle kept distracting us with inappropriate thoughts so we kept getting distracted.
One notable distraction was how the motor axon (I think I am remembering this much right from our studying) resembled an Echidna penis during part of the animation we were watching to understand how skeletal muscle functions.
Wait... did she really just talk about an Echidna and it's penis. Yes, yes I did. My husband introduced me to this YouTube account that creates True Facts videos. They are hilarious.
But hey, I started out on track. I just commented that the animation looked like the Echidna's penis, and so she requested that I clarified. I then Googled it to show her. She was promptly grossed out and fascinated and conceded that she saw where I was coming from. Trust me, an Echidna has a very weird penis.
We were going to move on from that point, but my husband overheard and told me I had to show her the True facts video. So we did HERE and then we went on to watch another one about Morgan Freeman. Who isn't facinated about Morgan Freeman? And I mean, come on, nothing exists until he dreams about it. It's true... really... HERE is proof. We almost got distracted with the one about Tarsiers, but luckily we pulled it together and went back to spacing out... erm, I mean studying. Don't judge us, we are A students... so far.
Finally my day wraps up, but instead of having a nice evening of baby making with my husband... I accidentally scratch him. Let us leave it at that. It ended the night pretty quick.
And this is why Monday hates me. It turned me into a freaked out, mood swingy, distracted, clumsy person.
I am glad it is Tuesday now. I can look back on Monday and roll my eyes.
Plus Morgan Freeman dreamed that my Tuesday will be wonderful... and so it shall be.
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