That Kind of Monday

Yes, it is that kind of Monday. 

The one where you wake up and realize it's also that time of the month.

Because you have cramps so bad that all you want to do is lay on your face with a heating pad while simultaneously shaking your fist and asking the universe, "Why??! WHY??!"

And if you drag yourself out of bed....then you have to actually make the bed. At least if you're in it the messy covers have a purpose.

I can tell it's going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

So the best I can do is to get up, drag my grumpy self into the sunshine, eat a healthy breakfast made entirely of Hershey's kisses, and cross my fingers this Monday goes by {very} fast.