|What I wore: 30 days. No outfit repeats. Day 18.|
Jeans, Gap. Top, AE. Sweater, Old Navy.
Normally, I love Mondays.
I like structure and routines and I love the feeling that I'm getting a fresh start (so the entire package of Reeses eggs we may have eaten on Sunday or how I might have left the kitchen a disaster zone doesn't really matter anymore).
On Mondays, I usually wake up ready to be uber-productive all over the place.
Today, I've got a big pile of things to catch up on and I don't feel like doing any of it.
I have a suitcase (plus a hamper) full of dirty laundry calling my name,
a dishwasher of spotless dishes to put away
and my writing, which I'm having a hard time getting back into after being away from it for a week.
Oh, and then there's our confusing, unfinished taxes.
I'm in a funk. Please, Tuesday, get me out of this.