Rainy Days and Mondays Always Get Me Down
Talkin' to myself and feelin' old
Sometimes I'd like to quit
Nothing ever seems to fit
Hangin' around
Nothing to do but frown
Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down.

Now Mondays on the other hand are another thing. What Mondays mean to me are the end of my weekend. The end getting to see my boys every second and being with the beautiful blonde woman.

The day job takes that precious rest of the week that I'd rather spend with them. So come Monday morning I stomp back off and do what men are supposed to do to take care of their families. Say the yes sir's and no ma'ams till the time clock says I get to return home to my family.

Sometimes I'd like to quit....but I don't.  It's not really what I do, I keep going.

So unfortunately for my family, sometimes Sunday evenings, those feelings start creeping in that I didn't spend enough time with them that weekend. Or that maybe I didn't get to that one project that I wanted to didn't get done.

It's a vicious circle.

But my family does love me, can't get enough me and it's those moments that I do get to share with them that are the times that I truly live for.

Now go enjoy your family, I'm going to go enjoy mine.