Especially Mondays after weekends. I have shreds of paper Easter grass hiding in every corner (it could be worse ... remember the plastic stuff?). Candy wrappers under the table, pastel dresses with stains to be removed, and I'm sure there is one more egg hiding in my yard festering into a stinky time bomb.
This is a pretty song, but now that I'm listening to the words, it's a little twisted. I don't dislike Mondays that much, for the record. lol.