After the levity of a weekend, spending time with my family, doing lazy weekend crap, Monday comes like a slap to the face.
Things go back to normal, my boyfriend is back at work, my son is back at playschool 5 mornings a week and I'm left on my own. This is when I lament about having fuck all in my purse.
Monday is the day I long to have money to spend, I go pretend shopping online, filling up baskets and carts with all the things I can never have. Sigh!
Like these shoes
Or the half sleeve tattoo that I had started like 7 months ago and all I have is line work and the oddest bit of colour.
But then Tuesday comes, and I've started to get used to the week. I have craft projects to attend to and meetings to go too ( aren't I cool ).
The weekend comes like a fresh breeze, maybe we'll go somewhere fun. It's great.
And then.......Monday!
FUCK,
Nova xx
