The alarm goes off, and all you can think is, "Already?!" You only went to bed five minutes ago, right? It's still dark outside, for cryin' out loud.
You wonder if somehow the alarm reset itself to three in the morning instead of six. Maybe it's actually Sunday instead of Monday. Isn't Presidents' Day coming up? Or Memorial Day? Or some other Monday holiday?
Reality starts to set in after you double check the date and the time. It is indeed six on a Monday morning. With that realization comes a tidal wave of Hulk-like rage. You could be the most serene, unflappable person and still experience Monday morning fury.
If I skip my shower, I can sleep another 15 minutes, you think. Or, Maybe I can just call in sick today. You'll do anything to prolong the weekend, even for just a couple more hours, even if it means unwashed hair or no make-up.
You know that at some point you will have to face the day (and week) ahead, but all you want to do is curl up - under your cozy blankets and sheets - and cry. And you might even do exactly that.
As the day progresses, your emotions level out. The world will not collapse around you today. You will not die from exhaustion or lack of motivation. In fact, maybe the day is shaping up to be kind of OK.