I have the Monday blues. It's rainy and cold and I once again worked away most of my weekend. Poo! I at least found time on Saturday morning to hit the farmers market with a friend and pick up a few goodies. But with little personal time except crashing on the couch at 10 o'clock I get that, "Why can't I just be a '50's house wife? My only job would be to, like, bake a cake or something." The grass is always greener right?