I find Mondays (or Monderdays as I like to call them) to be generally tough. Sunday’s too short and then Monday is here and I’m showering at 5:00 a.m. so I can start the 5 days of madness known as the work week. Somehow the first day is the hardest for getting both myself and the princess motivated to get ready for school. It’s a wrestling match trying to get her dressed and put together on time for the bus. I always win but she sure puts up a good passive aggressive fight. Once at work my five hours of fun begins and we run around preparing food to sell to the hungry teenagers that are our clientele, all the while sounding like a gaggle of geese exchanging pleasantries and stories of our respective weekend activities with occasional bouts of venting thrown in for good measure. Nine women in a kitchen is going to be a noisy affair! At the end of the workday I’m exhausted yet find the energy to run an errand or two on the way home. Once there, in the safe haven, a quick cup of coffee is downed and I’m on to home responsibilities. Take something out of the freezer to defrost for dinner, make a phone call, laundry, garbage night, and assorted other house duties we all need to take care of. So I coped with my Monderday stress the best way I know how—with chips and dip and cake left over from the weekend. I don’t want to give the impression that the day was all bad, there were laughs at work and the mailman brought a pleasant surprise. It was an early birthday card and letter from a dear friend which really ended the day on a positive note. So that’s my take on Monday, I hope you survive every one with at least one positive thing so that before you go to bed you feel that Monday just might be your friend after all.