"Monday, Monday. Can't Trust that Day!"

     My alarm goes off at 4 a.m. Monday morning to the beautiful tune of the piano. I roll over slowly, dripping in sweat because it is stifling in my bedroom to turn off my alarm. I rub my eyes longing for my bed again. I walk to the bathroom like a zombie and there I brush my teeth, comb my hair, put on my make up, and get dressed. I call my giant Great Dane, Hiro to come to the back door where I will be letting him out. It was pouring down rain outside, but because I was so hot I did not put on shoes or a jacket. I had a hold of Mister Hiro’s collar and before I could put him on his lease that is in tacked in the ground he leapt in the other direction playfully. “Hiro, no, no boy!” I said sternly reaching for him quickly. He leapt back again before I could grab him and ran for the neighbor’s yard as fast as he could. I promptly ran after him, tripping over a giant limb that had fell from the night’s storm, my face falling into a big puddle of water.  I had no time to get angry because I did not want my dog to get hit by a car, or run away. I jumped from the ground as quickly as possible and looked up. He was nowhere to be found. “HIRO!” I called fearfully as I crept through the lightless alley. I saw a shadow moving through the darkness. “That better be you!” I said in a shrill voice, running at the shadow, the rain beating down on my head like a waterfall. I reached the end of the alley where I found my dog just standing there waiting for me, as if his little game was over and he was ready to go home now. “BAD BOY!” I said to him and pulled him by his collar, back to the house and put him inside. I had fifteen minutes to dry off and be at work! I dried off promptly, grabbed my umbrella, and jumped in the car. As soon as I got to work I opened my car door and got out my umbrella because it was still raining really hard. I was not looking forward to walking in the rain again but at least this time I had by trusty umbrella! I pulled my umbrella close to me like it was my only friend, grabbed my purse, and jumped out of the car, making a run for it. As I ran, my shoe fell off and a large gust of wind took over my umbrella, pulling me to the ground as I held on to it as if it were my only child being swept away by the high tides of the ocean. I couldn’t keep my grip on the umbrella and it blew away. I got up, feeling defeated, but also glad that wasn’t really my only baby.  However, if this was a test, and I was truly supposed to keep a hold of that umbrella because it was my baby, then I definitely failed it! I unlocked the door and went inside, water dripping from my body. I walked through the doors for employees only and there was the last person I wanted to see, my decorator. “Well you look pretty today!” He said sarcastically. I pictured myself punching him in the face and then calmly walked to the break room and grabbed a towel to dry myself off. That is how my Monday morning went. Hope everyone else’s was much better than mine. I still can’t decide whether to laugh about it or cry about it.