So. It’s Monday. I am unhappy about this fact to say the least. In fact, I have been a down right bitch ever since I realised that the weekend was almost over and I hadn’t spent any of it with my husband (which incidentally was Sunday morning) which meant that the rest of what could have been a good weekend, was generally unpleasant for all involved, which meant that I got even crankier still and so on and so forth. You get the drift. Why do chicks do that? I mean, surely I am not the only one to partake in such ridiculous behaviour? Surely…please say you do just so husband doesn’t think that he has married Satan’s spawn. Thanks.