Sunday nights are my least favorite. I always wish for one more day of "freedom" or at least a chance to sleep-in one more day. DH and I had a great weekend - I surprised him with a weekend out of town. I arranged for the "dog-children" to go to doggy-boarding and after our doctors appointment on Friday afternoon - I whisked him away. We drove an hour out of town and I managed to surprise him 110%. I like that feeling - because even though everyone laughs at me - I swear I won the lottery when DH and I connected in 2003. Despite the fact that I have 5 years on him - he gets me - in all my "special-ness".
With all of the infertility drama - it is wonderful to know that someone loves me in spite of me.
Here are the some of the lyrics to the song that is the title of this post . . .
Talkin' to myself and feelin' old
Sometimes I'd like to quit
Nothing ever seems to fit
Hangin' around
Nothing to do but frown
Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down.
What I've got they used to call the blues
Nothin' is really wrong
Feelin' like I don't belong
Walkin' around
Some kind of lonely clown
Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down.
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Happy Almost Monday.
--Miss K
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