Why I need to work from home
Signs it is a Monday after a nice long holiday weekend:
The cat wakes you up at 4:23 a.m. by sneezing directly into your face.
You hit the snooze alarm *six* times before scraping yourself out of bed, which you have thoughtfully provided with new flannel sheets and a freshly washed comforter for maximum “I don’t want to leave – ever” appeal.
You hit every.single.red.light on the way to work. This is a record.
Your boyfriend cracks his hard-boiled egg open for lunch to discover that it was not, in fact, a hard-boiled egg.
