I’ve got a real case of Mondays. Some might say that is an incredibly corny way of saying, «I’m tired and over it,» and to that, I say, you’re absolutely correct. I am here to reclaim dad culture by self-diagnosing myself with a bonafide case of the day of the week Garfield the cat hates most. 

I hate Mondays more now that I’m an adult. When I was in college, I was doing homework all the time anyway, so it didn’t matter as much what day of the week it was. Back then, as far as I could tell, any day I opened my eyes could be Monday. Now, I am starting to really feel the Sunday Scaries in a new way. Starting at 6 p.m. on Sunday evening, the symptoms of Mondays start to take hold until I am simply unrecognizable from my weekend self. If you’ve got the Mondays but want to feel normal by Tuesday, these funny memes will cure you in no time.