When You Wake Up Thinking It’s Sunday… But It’s Friggin’ Friday

What notable things happened today?

You ever wake up too peacefully, like your body just knows it doesn’t have to do anything that day? That was me this morning. I opened my eyes, stretched like a damn cat in a sunbeam, and smiled—because in my half-asleep brain, it was Sunday. A glorious, lazy, sleep-in-’til-I-feel-like-moving Sunday.

Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.

It was Friday.

FRIDAY.

I laid there for a solid thirty seconds, letting the crushing reality sink in. Not only was it not Sunday… it was the day I have to do the double shift dance. Meals on Wheels in the morning, then straight to Domino’s to manage the pizza chaos all evening. My day off fantasy turned into a 16-hour grind nightmare real quick.

I won’t lie, that moment of realization almost brought a tear to my eye. You know that meme with the guy smiling and then crying in the next frame? Yeah, that was my soul.

Coffee helped a little. Cussing helped a lot.

So here I am, running on caffeine and sarcasm, just trying to survive the day I thought I’d be napping through. If nothing else, it reminded me that time is a liar and we all deserve at least one day a week to wake up without responsibilities punching us in the face.

Anyway, back to the grind. The day is just starting… then another job after that. Happy freakin’ Friday!