11 reasons why Mondays suck for pastors

I will sub-title this “Rainy Days and Mondays Always Get Me Down!” Pretty consistently, Mondays are a terrible day for me. As a pastor, it is usually my day off. I get up early, as usual, read my devotions, some theology, and try to pray. I do a bit of blogging and eBay. I get my kids up, prepare lunches and get them off to school. Then, I promptly proceed to sink into a deep hole of despair while Lisa and I have breakfast before she goes to work. People suggest many reasons why this may be true:

1. demonic attack: I just delivered a mighty blow against the enemy forces on Sunday, and Satan counter-attacks on Monday.
2. pride: I delivered a fantastic sermon on Sunday, and no one seemed to notice.
3. shame: I delivered a crappy sermon on Sunday, and everyone seemed to notice.
4. hopelessness: I look forward to a whole week of pushing against an immoveable object (the church).
5. boredom: I have to spend the whole day with myself because no one else will.
6. sexual frustration: I am available all day for sex while Lisa’s not.
7. adrenalin withdrawal: Purely psychosomatic: I was a awash in adrenalin on Sunday and I have none left for Monday.
8. ego-starvation: No one’s around to tell me how wonderful a pastor I am.
9. disappointment: My blog, ebay and offerings stats sank into the troughs on the weekend.
10. revelation: The fact is I’m always depressed, and Monday is the only day I have to slow down enough to realize it.
11. denial: The possibility that there is no god and that I’m involved in an elaborate hoax, gnaws at my conscience.

Okay… either tell me which one you think is right, or add another one.