I woke up this Monday feeling brave. I told myself: "You’ve got this!" 💪
Then I looked at the to-do list… and suddenly needed a nap. Again. 😴
The coffee machine didn’t work until I threatened it with early retirement. ☕️😤
My hair had its own political opinion today.
And my socks staged a quiet protest by not matching.
By 10 AM, I already: – forgot why I walked into the kitchen
– opened the fridge five times, hoping something interesting would appear
– considered applying for a job as a cat (they nap all day and nobody judges) 🐱
Sometimes I wonder if adulthood is just a long series of “What did I come in here for?”
But hey — I made it through the day without yelling at anyone, crying in public, or texting my ex.
That’s what I call success. 🎉
💬 What’s your Monday survival strategy? Or do you just fake your own disappearance like me?