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The Rainy Mondays

Monday is like the day you walk into a room and your cat looks at you like your shouldn’t be in HIS ROOM.

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I was napping.

And you’re all: WHAT? What are you looking at? Did you pay for this room? Did you buy all the things in the boxes and bags that you’re laying on and I haven’t unpacked in the two months we’ve lived here? Oh did you buy food and feed yourself today? I don’t even want to hear it from you and your eyes this morning.

And the cat is all, meow, because he knows you’re still not going to unpack those boxes and not disturbing him is mostly an excuse.

Three hours later you step in cat puke with your bare feet.

You think: Touché, mon fracker.

But because you’re an eternal optimist, you put a shark towel on a dog, and we all feel better — even the cat.

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Happy Monday, y’all. I hope it’s better now.

Alex Iwashyna

Alex Iwashyna went from a B.A. in philosophy to an M.D. to a SAHM, poet and writer by 30. She spends most of her writing time on LateEnough.com, a humor blog (except when it's serious) about her husband fighting zombies, awkward attempts at friendship, and dancing like everyone is watching. She also has a soft spot for culture, politics, and rude Southern people who offend her Yankee sensibilities. She parents 2 elementary-aged children, 1 foster baby, 3 cats, and 1 puppy, who are all Southern but not rude. Yet.

9 thoughts on “The Rainy Mondays

  1. Dude, that is my dog.
    His domain is the basement on my husband’s lounge chair. Instead of my husband’s butt imprints, it’s paw prints with a hint of fur.
    He also enjoys puking in hallways in the morning so we can step in it.
    Such an asshole.

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