9/10.
Yup..
My Monday's go like this:
I wake up, get ready, go to school (I'm in my last year of High school, sadly).
I get yelled at by those monster teachers.
I go home, and my husband pesters me with stuff like:
"Had a nice day, darling?"
"How are you doing, babe?"
"Are you okay? Need to go for a check-up?"
I'll just be standing there, trying to answer his questions nicely as I can, but on the inside I'm like "Oh my gods, can you shut your mouth for one minute!?"