It really is Monday every 15 minutes.

Just once I’d like to wake up, turn on the news, and hear “Monday has been cancelled,” and then go back to sleep.

No matter how busy my Sunday gets, I always manage to set aside time to panic about Monday.

I don’t know who needs to hear this but you’re not dying, it’s just Monday.

Another Monday that no one asked for.

Maybe if we sit extremely still, Monday won’t be able to see us.

January is the Monday of the year.

It’s Monday again and I’m about to make it everyone’s problem.

β€œAre you okay?” No, it’s literally Monday every 15 minutes.

Adulting is realizing Monday is a better “off day” than Friday.

Don’t forget to whine and complain about Monday today.

This Monday could have been an email.

It’s Monday, but at what cost?

If we all club together we could raise enough money to buy Monday and have it destroyed.

Why is Saturday over in 7 minutes and Sunday in 4 minutes, but Monday is 84 months long?

I’m at that point on a Monday where no.

How my weekend was? Light, dark, light, dark, Monday.

A Monday every week is excessive.

Sunday night: Super Bowl party! Monday morning: Toilet Bowl party!

There should be a day between Sunday and Monday called Hang on a Second.