Monday!

I gotta say, I am beat. Today was a rough one. Not only was it a Monday, but it was a Monday with a catastrophic blunder. Here I am in clinic, bee-bopping along when I go in to see my 86 year old patient who is accompanied by her daughter. Without thinking, I say "Well hello there! Where is your husband? He decide to stay home today?" Complete silence and a confused look on my visitors' faces. "Daddy died in April. Remember?" Oh Snap! Talk about awkward! I am still tasting my shoe polish after my foot spent the next 30 minutes in my mouth while I apologized profusely for my major gaff. I haven't felt this bad in a loooong time. Instead of moving slowly through my day, methodically reading the chart before entering the room, I feel confident enough to roll in and start what I thought was a lighthearted icebreaker. Wrong! This is Monday you are dealing with! It doesn't fuck around....It is out for blood and if you don't watch it, it will pounce on you and beat you to a useless pulp. Needless to say, Monday had the upper hand the rest of the day, making me watch everything I did, worried another ignorant statement would come flying out of my mouth. Luckily I am home now, where my mistakes are not noticed by my children and if they are, they forgive me with a smile and a pat on the back. Curse you Monday! I have been foiled again by your sneaky, brain draining ways! I will not be so easy to defeat next time, I guarantee!