The law of Mondays

According to the law of Mondays,
a headache persists even after
popping too many Advil tablets.
During lunch, hot sauce drips
onto my lavender blouse
but I have no Tide pen to clean it.
After leaving work,
thunderclouds loom,
while my umbrella hangs
uselessly on my office door.
The loophole in
the law of Mondays is that
no matter what goes wrong,
I come home to you
and can’t help but smile
after you kiss me hello.