Why I hate Tuesdays more than Mondays

Last updated on 1 February 2023

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I’m pretty sure it’s built into 99%* of human beings to hate Mondays. We might have the best job in the world, and absolutely love what we do…but there’s still something about a Monday morning that leaves even the happiest of work people slightly less happy than normal. It’s like Monday morning is a disease that we all catch, and the only cure is Friday afternoon. I’m no exception. The weekend rolls around and you spend two days of happy no-work bliss…until Sunday night when you die a little inside remembering what the next morning brings.

Having been able to sleep in, even for an hour or so extra over the weekend, and then knowing that you have to be up at stupid o’clock to start another week is…like getting to the bottom of the cereal box and releasing there’s no prize. Or reading an incredible book only to have the best character be slaughtered in the final paragraph. Or eating an entire tub of ice cream only to put your spoon in once more and come up with nothing. Both are terrifying and soul-sucking. That’s what Mondays are like.

But Tuesdays? Tuesdays, for me, are worse than Mondays. You read correctly. Let me explain.

Monday morning is normally as hellish and horrible as every other Monday morning is for every other 99% of us, but at the same time, it’s the start of a new week, and that excites me. What’s going to happen this week? Who will I meet? What will see? What books will I read? What will happen on Grey’s Anatomy, or Castle, or Vampire Diaries, or [insert all the other shows I watch here]? It’s exciting stuff, not knowing!

I also find that because I know I have to be up and about on a Monday morning, I actually get up and I’m like ‘yeah! Anjali, let’s do this thang!’ (just like that), and I’m pumped and ready to go. Of course, this rapidly decreases into normal Monday morning blues as soon as I get to work and sit down.

On Monday mornings I’m so tired that I’m overly tired. You know the one. The times you are so freakin’ tired that you have all this energy and you feel like you could conquer the world, wide-eyed and over-caffeinated, and you get everything done in half the time because you are just so awake. And then you crash.

Hello Tuesday.

Tuesday, in my world, is also known as Crash Day. Monday is So.Tired.So.Awake day, where the whole thing is mostly a blur because a) I’m so tired, and b) everything is done super fast because I’m so awake.

At the end of work on a Monday, I arrive home, hope someone else has made dinner, and I eat it, and then I crash on my bed in front of whatever I’m currently watching, and try to wait till it’s late enough to go to bed and feel like I’m not a 90-year-old woman, but early enough that I might actually regain any sense of normality by the next morning. It never works. I’m a night person, people! I can’t go to bed early even if my eyes are about to pop out of their sockets and my head about to roll away from my shoulders. It’s not a happening thing.

This means on a Tuesday, I am a mixture of weekend-no-work tiredness, yesterday-I-was-so-awake tiredness, and then what is probably jetlag and the remains of Monday evening’s crash…all rolled into one mass of blergh and don’t-talk-to-me-until-I’ve-had-at-least-3-coffees-and-it’s-after-10am.

That is why I hate Tuesdays more than Mondays. If you have been reading this and you’ve been thinking ‘huh? I love Mondays and Tuesdays. They are the best days of the week! What is she on about!?’, then congratulations. You’re in the 1%.

*my stats are 112.3% accurate. Give or take a hundred…