Delaware gazette. [volume] (Delaware, Ohio) 1855-1886, 1860-07-27
Blue MONDAY.

Clouds just as gray as lead. 1 warrant it
will rain-it always rains Oh Mondays-I wish
there wasn't any such day in the calender.
believe it was only invented to punish Eve for
eating that miserable apple! Now. here are
these trowsers to be mendoza good half
hours work, and Mr.. Sage hurrying me the
whole time, till I'm So nervous | don't know
whether | have got needle or a crowbar.-
He never finds out that anything wants doing
except on Monday mornings-the very day I'm
hurried and worried TO death. He don't see
why Monday is worse than the rest of the week,
he says-I wish he had to stay at home and
superintend the washing for one !!
Starch is all gone, mem p OF course it is;
that's just Irish calculation. Why couldn't
you have told me of it on Saturday, Bddy !?
Now, wonder what I'm to do For mercys
sake what's all that screaming? Tommy fall
en- down stairs and bumped his head My
children ai1cdus select Monday mornings to
tumble down stairs in Where's the camph-
or bottle? Who's that knocking rs if he
meant to burst the basement door in? Tell
him I'm busy I'll pay him tomorrow. lie
won't wait. ., dear me, now there's got TO lie
search for my portc-monnaie, Docs anybody
know where it is What's that Tommy p
The last you saw Of it, the baby was trying to
swallow it? 0, here it is, under the cradle
hat will plaze TO order for dinner -
Goodness gracious. believe l shall go dis
tractcd don't care il we never have any
dinner. Beef and greens. I suppose; they re
the least trouble of anything. What dues
make the baby 50 fretluI it seems Us if he
knew it was blue Monday" There isn't no
bread, mem, and the balser hasn't been here
this morning" l declare. | will discharge that
man he's 10 business TO fail us on Monday
morning. What the trouble, now? Bidly
and \ Noah lave quarreled about the soap down
stairs, and Bildy says she won't stay in. the
house another minute. Was ever poor crca-
turc so beset with troubles before? Now I've
just got to lay everything aside, and go down
to play cook myself while baby swallows but
tons and needles and such things, and Tommy
raises Bedlam generally. Perhaps | can keep
him quiet for q few minutes, with 4 bowl Of
bread and milk. The car has knocked the
milk-pitcher over? Well, that corresponds
with the rest of the day. eharmingly. Raining
hard ] might have prophesied it, and all the
fine clothes out on the lines. Mercy on us,
two o'clock! why, where has the day slipped
to? Mr.. Sage will he here i'll fifteen, minutes
clamoring for his dinner, and everything is
bchnd-hand
There, that's just like you, Sage! I sup
pose you think it's manly and generous to
snarl like cross dog because there's nothing
but beef and greens for dinner You never
did like EN-? Sage, l don't believe you know
what you do like on Mondays. You wish
Mondays were abolished? So do l, Sage
and | wish cross husbands were too! you seem
to suppose / have no trials There he's
gone and l know I've been pettish and lost
my temper-hut who could help it, Id like to
know. I'm always half crazy on Mondays
Poor, dear Sage know lie can't eat greens
he shall have something hot for supper. if l
have to cook it myself. If there's any one
thing that tries woman's patience more than
| another, it's blue Monday Life illustrated.