Monday and the hard return to work

One thing I've realized since I started my 9 to 5 job here and stopped working saturdays is that a week-end is like a mini-holiday. I see friends, sleep-in, have great breakfast, go out for walks, dinner and drinks somewhere that is not chez moi. A small vacation with nothing to do but profiter as the french would say.  And so when monday comes I'm tired and a bit bummed that the 2 days-long holiday is over. But still, j'adore le week-end.