Every Sunday night I go into a depressive state in anticipation of Monday morning. I’m convinced that my body has a conversation with itself and it goes a little something like this:
Brain: All right everyone. It’s Sunday night and we need all hands on deck. Adrenaline – prepare for flight or fight!
Andrenaline: YES SIR!
Brain: Stomach? Last week was pretty mild. Let’s really get that acid churning. Look alive!
Stomach: I am sorry- sir! Ready to launch full force.
Brain: Jaws?
Jaws: Locked and ready sir.
Brain: Seratonin? Seratonin? Dammit. AWOL again.
Brain: Trapezius? Take off that skirt and don’t fail me now.
Traps: Knotted up tight, sir.
Brain: All right. It’s gonna be a tough one. Hold fast and remember – this is a team effort. We need everyone to give 110% ALL. NIGHT. LONG.
Give ‘em hell boys.
I have that too! I have dubbed it “the Sunday night blues!”