Back to work after the long holiday weekend, so you’re finally away from the relatives you don’t like, and back with the co-workers you don’t like.

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

Look, a three-day weekend is all I ask. The rest can be four-day weekends.

If you gain 4 pounds in one weekend, that just means you’re an overachiever.

My wife is pretty excited about going away this weekend so I’m not sure she knows I’m coming with her.

The first five days after the weekend are the worst.

Don’t tell me about your wild weekend. My TV remote died and I switched the batteries around, and now it’s working.

I did a little research on why weekends are only two days long and it turns out people made that up. WTF, people?

I signed up to the gym a few months ago and still don’t see any results. I’ll go by there this weekend and ask what’s going on.

Never cry at the weekend. Cry at work, at least then you’ll get paid for it.

The first 120 hours after the weekend are always the worst.

I’d be really slim if it wasn’t for birthdays, anniversaries, Easter, Christmas, Mother’s Day, weekends and me.

If you did the weekend right, your coffee needs coffee today.

Every weekend has two days: Saturday and It’s Monday Tomorrow.

An agenda reveal party, where I surprise everyone with all the things I hope to accomplish this weekend.

Sorry, I don’t think I can hang out this weekend, my 4-year-old is still telling a joke.

Parenting is cheering on your kid’s winning softball team all weekend and then cheering on the Sunday rain for cancelling the rest of the games.

The first five days after the weekend are always the hardest.

My mom and all her opinions are visiting this weekend.

I feel like waking up early on the weekend is so disrespectful.