Sky news reports that today, January 24, is the most depressing day of the year for workers, as they realise the festive season is long gone and their next holiday is weeks or months away.
Does that mean that mothers, most of whom basically work all the time, suffer ‘the most depressing day of the year’ every day?
Sure, it’s Monday, but it’s sunny and my children are their delightful selves, and whilst they can fight and scream for England like they are doing right now (and boy can they scream) they are still better than the boss who’s got it in for you at a job which sucks, that doesn’t leave you any money at the end of the month after bills and taxes, in an office that spreads Legionnaires through the air conditioning system, that took you ninety minutes in rush hour traffic to reach. But only just. Yup, I’m counting my blessings today.
Shit, what’s wrong with me?
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Enjoy! I don’t get very many of those kind of days.