Ah, Monday.

You seductive little destroyer of joy. One moment, you’re living your best life on a Saturday morning, wearing sweatpants and debating if cereal counts as a meal (it does, obviously). The next, you’re hit with the cruel realization that your beloved weekend is packing up and walking out the door like a one-night stand that doesn’t even say goodbye. The hours seem to slip away faster than you can keep track, and suddenly the carefree vibe fades into a creeping sense of dread. Your to-do list for Monday looms over you like a dark cloud, and the responsibility you’ve been dodging all week begins to resurface. Yet, for this one blissful moment, it’s just you, your comfy clothes, and the simple pleasure of a lazy morning breakfast.

The five stages of grief hit fast, each wave crashing over you when you least expect it. Denial shields you from the initial impact, while anger rages through your veins, making you clench your fists in frustration. Bargaining offers a glimmer of false hope, as you replay “what if” scenarios in your mind. Depression sinks its claws deep, leaving a heavy weight on your chest. Finally, acceptance gently arrives, bringing with it a sense of peace and understanding, even if the sorrow never fully fades.

  1. Denial: “No way it’s already Sunday night!”
  2. Anger: “Who decided weekends were only two days?!”
  3. Bargaining: “If I go to bed at 7 p.m., maybe I’ll feel human tomorrow.”
  4. Depression: “Why does life hate me?”
  5. Acceptance: “I guess I have to be a responsible adult… for five more days.”

The Sunday Scaries

Let’s talk about those Sunday Scaries—when you suddenly remember you have a job that requires more than binge-watching Netflix and taking mid-afternoon naps. You sit there, scrolling through your phone, hoping that somehow, miraculously, Monday gets canceled. (Spoiler: It never does.) The anxiety builds as the evening progresses, making it hard to enjoy the last few precious hours of the weekend. You mentally go over your to-do list for the week, the meetings scheduled, and the deadlines approaching, feeling overwhelmed. You might try to distract yourself with some comfort food or a movie, but the dread of Monday morning lingers in the back of your mind, refusing to let go.

Maybe you even try to “prepare” for the week ahead. You make a to-do list, maybe lay out some clothes, possibly consider meal prepping. But let’s be honest, the most prepping any of us really done is mentally deciding what sarcastic comment to make when someone asks, “How was your weekend?” You might briefly consider hitting the gym, catching up on leisure reading, or organizing that cluttered drawer, but those grand plans often fade away as the weekend laziness sets in. Ultimately, it’s all about squeezing out every last drop of weekend relaxation before diving back into the workweek grind, nursing a coffee, and hoping that the chaos stays at bay, at least for the first few hours of Monday.

Monday Morning: The Horror Show

The alarm goes off, and suddenly, you’re plunged into the depths of despair. How does the weekend go by so fast, but the workday stretches on for 19 years? You crawl out of bed like a zombie from a bad B-movie, and before you even open your eyes, you’re already counting down to Friday.

You arrive at work, and BAM!—it hits you. Everything is on fire. Emails, deadlines, random meetings you definitely did not put on your calendar. By the time noon rolls around, you’re Googling “How to fake your own disappearance” or “Best places to live with zero responsibilities.”

And don’t even get me started on the “How was your weekend?” interrogation. It’s always a trick question because if you say it was amazing, they assume you’re not working hard enough, and if you say it was awful, you’re instantly pitied. You can’t win!

The Post-Lunch Slump

You think the worst is over, but then you hit the post-lunch slump. You’ve already burned through all your energy (and your will to live), and it’s only 2 p.m. Suddenly, you find yourself in a staring contest with the clock, willing it to magically jump forward to quitting time. Spoiler: it doesn’t.

At this point, productivity is a distant memory. You start debating whether you can justify a second lunch, a coffee run, or just hiding under your desk for the remainder of the day.

Monday Evening: Surviving the Chaos

The day finally ends, and you survive. You head home, already exhausted, only to realize that tomorrow is Tuesday, which is basically Monday Part II. So, naturally, you crash on the couch and consider your life choices.

But hey, at least you’re one day closer to Friday, right?

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Dorey Duncan Scott Senior Litigation Paralegal
Hi! I’m Dorey Duncan Scott, a mother of three, wife and fashion entrepreneur. I started my career in fashion back in the early 90’s when I did print, still and runway modeling. I studied Fashion Merchandising, Music Business and Marketing, while also obtaining certificates in such industry-necessary areas such as make-up, styling and runway choreography. In addition, I had work as a spokesmodel for several brands, appearing in print and in person. As a former model, turned senior litigation paralegal, artist manager and on-air personality with a passion for fashion, beauty, and personal development, I bring a unique combination of style, strategic thinking, and legal expertise to my work. My years navigating the legal world have sharpened my attention to detail, while my experience and passion for fashion, beauty, and personal development drives my desire to help others feel empowered and help them in their journey toward self-empowerment. My experience in the fashion world has taught me the power of confidence. 
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