I hate Mondays

the Sadness has just transferred form Sunday night to Monday morning. I know that I should just be happy for what I have, especially now that I have a little extra time with my kids, but just like it was before, as soon as I have to give them up, I'm overwhelmed by the silence, their voices still ringing in my head, followed by Sadness and emptiness. I'm usually able to pull myself out of it, but it sometimes takes longer than others.