The semi-weekly mountain Democrat. (Placerville, El Dorado Co. [Calif.]) 1860-1860, 1860-11-24
Blue Monday.

Clouds just as gray as lead. warrant
it will rain-it always rains on Mondays
Il wish there wasn't any such day in
the calendar. believe it was only in
vented to punish Eve for eating that mis-
cradle apple! Now, here are these trow-
sers TO be mendoza good half-hon, $
work, and Mr.. Sage hurrying me the
whole time, till I'm so nervous | don't
know whether have got a needle or
crow.bar. lie never finds out 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
Il wish he had to stay at home and SUI
pcrintend the washing for once!
"Starch is all gone, mem" OF course
it H.; that's just Irish calculation. Why
couldn't you have told me Of it on Satur-
day, Biddy? Now, | wonder what I'm.
to do! For mercy's sake, what's all that
screaming? Tommy fallen down stairs
and bumped his head! My children al,
ways select Monday mornings to tumble
down stairs in! Where's the camphor
bottle? Who's that knocking as il he
meant to burst the basement in The
ice-man? Tell him I'm busy Ill pay
him tomorrow. lie won't wait. ., dear
inc, now there's got to be search for my
pOrtmonnaie. Does anybody know where
it is! What's that, Tommy! The last
you saw Of it the baby was trying to
swallow it? q, here it is, under The
cradle. "What will Pare to order for
dinner? Goodness, gracious, | believe
shall go distracted don't care If we
never have any dinner. Beef and greens.
suppose they are the least trouble Of
ANYTHING" What does make the baby 50
fretlul. it seems to me as il he knew it
was "bluc Monday" There isn't no
bread, mem, and the baker hasn't been
here this morning. declare, Ill dis.
charge that man; hes no business to fail
us on Monday morning. "What'S the
trouble now -? Biddy and Norah have
Quarrele,l about til" soap down stairs, and
Bidly says she won't stay in the house
another minute" Was there ever u poor
creature so beSct with troubles before?
Now I've just got to lay everything aside,
and go down to play cook myself, while
baby swallows buttons. needles, and such
things, and Tommy raises Bcdlam gencr-
ally. Perhaps ! can keep him quiet for
a few minutes with II bowl of bread and
milk. The cat has knocked the milk
pitcher over: Well, that corresponds
with the rest Of the day, charmingIy.
Raining hard; might have prnphcSied
it. aud all the fine clothes out on the lines.
Mercy on Us, two o'clock. why where
has tie day slipped to? Mr.. Sage will
be here in fifteen minutes, clumorins for
his dinner, and everything is brhindhand!
There, that's just like you, Sage! !
suppose you think its manly, and snarl
like cross dog, because there's nothing
but beef and greens for dinner. You nc
yer did like 'em! Sage, don't believe
you know what you do like on Mondays
You wish Mondays were abolished so
do I, Sage; and wish cross husbands
were, too! You seem to thinkT have no
trials There. he's gone, and know
have been petti>h, and lost my temper
hut who can help it, I'd like to know
I'm always hnlEcrazy on Mondays. Poor
dear Sage. know he can't eat green's
nc shall have something hot for supper, if
have to cook it mysrlf If there's any
one thing that tries a wOman's patience
more than another, it's blue Monday"