When Monday mornings roll around, I kick the wife and the kid out the door, I sit my candy ass down into my "office" chair and I make my "Monday morning" noise. It sounds like this:

Ahhhhhhh

That's because Mondays mean that I get to spend nearly 8 consecutive hours sitting on my butt. This activity is in stark contrast to how I often spend my weekends, which sadly, generally consist of keeping my butt in the air. My butt HATES the air.

On Saturday morning, for example, I ran about 16 miles, which is further than I've run in 3 years. Then I walked around the neighborhood with the kid, handling various errands. Afterwards, she wanted to go on a bike ride, and due to logistical difficulties, this basically required me to roller-blade alongside her for about 5 miles. I finished up Saturday, with an exciting evening trip to the damn supermarket.

Today, I took Daisy, along with another 8 year-old girl, to the Maker Faire. It's a great event (although REALLY crowded this year), but limiting yourself to the booths that 8 year-olds find exciting is probably not the most satisfying way to experience it. More to the point, wandering around an event center for 6 hours makes for another tiring day.

I know, bitch bitch bitch, poor Mike was forced to go jogging one day and then was dragged to the pinnacle of fun geek events, but it really was a tiring weekend!

I can't wait for tomorrow's "ahhhhhh". TGIM, baby.