Something has gone terribly wrong with my favorite day of the week. Magical Monday has turned its back on me, and I’ve discovered why the Mamas and the Papas sang, “Monday, Monday, can’t trust that day …” My preference for the day stems from my years as a stay-at-home mom. After the unstructured chaos of the weekend, Monday descended like an oasis of order. My husband returned to work, the children went to school, and all felt right with the world. But lately, I’ve noticed a change. Instead of calm and structure, my work week descends with a cloud of commotion and confusion. Take last Monday, for instance. While getting ready for work I noticed a strange mark on my neck. I peered into the mirror. Melanoma? An unsightly blemish? No. It was a hickey. A cat-hickey to be precise/Cindy Hval, SR Voices. More here.

Question: Which day of the week is your favorite?