Monday, Monday, so good to me... or not...

Why do Mondays have to be so crazy? It seems that everything happens on Mondays. The lyrics from the good ole Mamas and the Papas seem to describe my day two days ago:

" Every other day, every other day,
Every other day of the week is fine, yeah
But whenever Monday comes, but whenever Monday comes
You can find me cryin' all of the time"

Okay, so maybe that's a little dramatic, but here's the highlight of last Monday...
I left school by 4:00 and got home to my puppy, Cali. She was being extra ummm... annoying-- going into my closet and pulling out my shoes., so, I closed our double doors to our bedroom, but she still could get in as she could push them open when she jumped on them. Long story short: I ended up accidentally LOCKING myself OUT of my BEDROOM! I NEEDED in there so I could change clothes before bible study, so I did what I usually do in chaotic, really strange situations that happen to me often... I panicked a bit. I found the key on top of the door (after dragging a chair from my dining table clear across the room) to stick in the little round hole, but jabbing it no matter how hard... just ticked me off more because the door would not open! After several phone calls to people laughing at the other end, I finally turned that tiny stupid key to the left and viola! Hallelujah! I was so excited, but just as I got the door opened, Cali ran over towards it, so I closed it again. And the story repeats itself... oh dear... I'm an idiot.

Monday Monday, ...