It's Monday. Eat a Skittle. Watch football. Say "I love you".

Here it is again: Monday. As one of my good friends, Steph, explains, Mondays come every week. Human beings should not be surprised with this fact, yet, every Monday, we moan and complain as if we were never expecting this day to come upon us once again. 

In fact, it happens 52 times over and over in a year. Multiply that by how many years you've been on this planet. At that point, one would think that human beings would be somewhat capable of handling the inevitable.

I do understand that human beings feel the need to complain once in a while, and Mondays seem like the perfect thing to complain about. But why? Mondays really aren't that bad. I've done some "research".

Mondays are the least rainy day of the week. 

Monday Night Football. Duh.

More than 10,000 babies are born on Mondays.

On Mondays, 800,000 Skittles are eaten.

How I Met Your Mother plays on Mondays. 

Maybe you missed work or school last week. Monday you'll find out what you missed. Tuesday is when you actually do it.

On Mondays, people generally tell fascinating stories of their weekend.

"I love you" is said over 9 million times on Mondays. 

I get it. The weekend is over and the work week begins, but get a grip. We all knew today was going to happen. We will get through it. The weekend will come again. So, let's try to smile a little earlier today (Typically people don't smile until 11:16 am), look on the bright side of things, and know that Monday does have its perks. Eat a Skittle. Watch football. Say "I love you".