Yeah. Working for the man. That's what makes Monday so unwelcome. Of course 'the man' I'm working for is pretty tiny and cute but he has round-the-clock needs so Monday is kind of meaningless because the job didn't stop on the weekend. I'll tell you one thing though. There is something really great about not having to set an alarm. Sure, I have to get up during the night and do a bunch of mothering plus wake up pretty early, but not having to wake to an alarm really works for me. These days I just use the alarm when I'm baking something or need to remind myself that eBay auction is ending. Not bad, eh?