How I got from Sunday Jerk to Monday Fanatic

The short answer?  Being married.

The long answer? Read on.

Don’t get me wrong, I love my job.  Sometimes.  Sorta.  Some days I downright hated my job.

Before I got married, there were plenty of things about my job that I did not enjoy.  Some days it was a boss.  Some days it was a parent.  Some days it was a student.  Some days it was the politics of education, so recently put into the spotlight by conservative legislatures across the country.

Friday would arrive, and I was free.  I would spend the weekend with my fiance and our dogs, do homework, read, spend time with our parents, all of the fun things a weekend is for.

Then Sunday would arrive.  As Jon Acuff might say, I was a Sunday jerk.  All day I would stew, dreading my fiance’s return to school (two hours away) and my return back to work.

I would begrudgingly return to my “real” life, where my evil alarm clock was waiting.  (one of my first tweets ever was something along the lines of, “whatever advertiser decided to use an alarm clock in this ad ought to be shot.”  I seriously had a problem with my alarm clock!)

Why does it have to be this way?

I was determined to find out.