Dear Tuesday,

So I know it's already Thursday, but I'd like to dedicate a post to two days ago, Tuesday.
Dear Tuesday, you are not my favorite day. I wish there were more hours in the day each weekly visit I get from you. When my alarm starts singing "Forever" by Chris Brown at 5 in the morning, I want to throw it across the room and stay in my perfectly-cozy bed. After pushing snooze 1-4 times I'm surprisingly able to drag myself into the bathroom, only to see a scary pale face looking back at me in the mirror. Belonging to me. I am usually rushing because I need to be out the door NO later than 5:39. And remember the snooze pushing? Yeah...skills.
6am, patients start arriving, and suddenly I am the best actress. "No I'm not tired, are you?"
Some hours pass in a blur, eventually it's ten o'clock. Time to make like a tree and leaf (haha?). Class starts at ten thirty. I get to the Family Life building at my usual time of 10:28. All the good seats are taken by ladies who arrived like AN HOUR early. I get the stink eye from a special handfull of them that I just love to death, {sarcasm will kill you}I sit down and mind my manners. Class= 2 hours long.
Back to the office.
A few hours of staying busy, being tempted by cookies in a large jar that Ms Ropelato places in front of me for patients to take on their way out the door into the world. Nothing better than starting a new journey with a chocolate chip cookie in hand.
Eventually it is 3 o'clock. Patients gone, sleepy staff. It's time for a nap. 4:15, Chris Brown again. BLAST you, Chris Brown! "Woke up, fell out of bed, dragged my comb across my head..."
At 4:58 I arrive at the Maxxinista House. Tuesday, you feel the need to fill five hours of my life with required customer service and asking "Every Customer, Every Time" if they'd like to apply for the rewards card. On a bright note, two people said yes this Tuesday. Shocking. We closed up at 9:30, saying goodbye to the lady with the poodle that had been there for 3 hours and 19 minutes. She left empty handed. She forgot her credit card. She talked to her dog. She's always there. For hours.
Hallelujahs began ringing at 9:59 when manager Lindsay said "Let's go home!" Yay.
10:00. Punched out. I'm about to call it quits on you, Tuesday. What keeps me going? Surprising my cute fiance by driving out to Nibley to spend a few minutes and kisses with him. But we must go to bed, we're both tired. I've heard tired can be bad when you're with someone you love. Yes? yes.
Remember me telling him I need to leave at 11:00? Remember how you let the clock keep ticking past that? No worries, I totally left at 11:20. Tuesday, you were the first night I was in bed before midnight this whole new year. Thank you.
I'm looking forward to dreading you for the next five days.

Sincerely, Ash