Was it the Bangles who were the smart ones to sing about Manic Mondays? And then of course there's the Boomtown Rats "I Don't Like Mondays."
In any case, I am a the poster boy for ineffectiveness and distraction on Mondays. Every Monday. Without fail. I take too much time to finish the simplest things, lose track of what I'm doing, work on too many things without truly finishing any of them and so on. And by the end of the day, like now, I'm just ready to go to sleep. Hard.
Now the above are all things I have greater control over every day of the week except of course, Mondays. It's strange, I know, but it is what it is and has always been this way. It's become more pronounced, I think, since I've been working in a 'solo' environment but it's something that no matter how much I may plan or try to change it, it still happens.
I don't really have a theory of the hows and whys, only that it must be confusing to my brain to go from the layed back weekend back into the work week. But that theory is shot full of holes when my Mondayitis exists even following weekends where I've been busy working rather than 'relaxing.'
So that it. I've confessed my disdain for Mondays. And thank goodness my college semesters always started on Tuesdays. And I've even taken my suspicions of Mondays so far as to only start new jobs on Tuesdays. (Try explaining that one to a new employer...I usually explain it as a habit or funny little quirk of mine.) Needless to say, this Monday only has 1.5 hours left in it, and I really can't wait until the clock strikes midnight, and dear, sweet Tuesday, brings a fresh outlook to things in my world.