Monday... blahhhh

Monday, I just hate that word about as much as I hate the sound of an alarm clock. It marks the start of what usually is a very long week. I wonder will there ever be a time I don't dread Monday. I doubt it.

It's Administrative Professional's Day.. Yippiee.. As a treat from work all administrative employees were allowed to wear jeans today (our dress is usually business casual) and it's typically an exciting day because jeans are so much more comfortable than slacks. That is unless your wedged into them like I am at the moment and praying the tummy sleeve you shouldn't have to be wearing at 6 weeks pregnant doesn't roll up and expose your half zipped pants =0/ Ugh... Anyhow, I pull into the parking garage this morning and a shiny silver convertible BMW whips in 3 parking spaces down. Out bounds a tall, slender attractive 30ish female wearing a adorable black dress and cute strappy heels. I'm sitting in the driver's seat of my 2000 Gold Taurus with the dented driver's side door as she strides past my car and I think to myself.. She must not be an administrative professional. And then I had a realization... by wearing jeans am I advertising I'm part of the lower end of the totem pole? Should I dress to the nines on Admin Day so to not be so obvious? Good grief... why couldn't I thought about this before I left the house!?!

We are also having Strawberry Shortcake and prizes downstairs in the cafeteria this afternoon. Any other day I would REALLY enjoy that except Baby Jacob decided yesterday to curse me with "sour stomach 24 hr sickness" and anything that appears to be food (other than a cracker) makes me wanna run for the nearest trash can. Maybe I'll when a prize? Like a gift certificate or something. Then I can go buy some of those beautiful stretch top maternity jeans that aren't even made of real denim. I guess I could go buy some Maternity Designer jeans but I don't drive a shiny BMW so that ain't happening. Do they even make maternity clothes for women who are 6 weeks pregnant? Oh hell... what does it matter 6 weeks is what the calendar says, my stomach size screams 6 MONTHS! Wow... ain't I just a ball of sunshine today! Tommorow is a new day... let's hope for the best...

Have a Blessed Day, Me