I’m trying to figure it out: why is Wednesday the worst day of the week?

And then I found this quote attributed to Lee Fox Williams (no idea who he is, don’t care): Wednesdays are like Mondays in the middle of the week. So. Did that end my search? Nope. There’s a problem with it: Mondays seem to be BETTER than Wednesdays. Except this week. So far.

Here’s what’s happening. For the past month or so, I wake up on a Wednesday morning and have a debate with myself.

  • I don’t want to go to work.
  • What’s your reason?
  • I don’t want to go to work.
  • Who’s your reason?
  • XXX.
  • Suck it up buttercup. We all have those kinds of people in our lives.
  • SHUT UP … I still don’t want to go to work.
  • Can you come up with a good reason to not go to work?
  • Migraine?
  • You did that already.
  • Really, when?
  • XXX.
  • Seriously, that was a REAL migraine.
  • Sure. Whatever.
  • SHUT UP… I still don’t want to go to work.
  • Unless you’re willing to lie, you gotta go to work.
  • I know. But I had to consider all my options, didn’t I?
  • Sure. Whatever makes you happy.

Funny enough, last week it was Thursday turned out to be the worst day of the week—but not in a ‘make Gayle feel awful’ kind of way, just that if it could go wrong, it did. In fact, I ended up laughing so hard at one point that tears were coming down my cheeks.

Today is the worst day so far. And it WAS a ‘make Gayle feel awful’ kind of way. This might just be a long week. And it’s not even Wednesday. Holy crap am I ever depressing even to me!

End of pity party.