Why is Sunday so hard? Everybody hates Monday - start work, school, blah blah blah But I actually look forward to Monday's, because I hate Sunday's so much. What do you do with a Sunday? No one ever throws a party on a Sunday because the next day is - Monday. It used to be almost everything was closed on Sunday.
As a kid Friday after school was a Hallelujah moment. You ran out of the building squealing like summer vacation because in our small world, it was. Sleepovers, Love Boat, Saturday Night Live, babysitter, or if you were lucky your mom and dad were hosting the get together. There would be delivery pizza and great dessert then you went to bed listening to the muffled voices and cackling laughter of Mrs. Klosterman. Creeping down the next morning to find the spoils of adulthood. Mom would come down in her robe and with a very heavy sigh, start cleaning. Dad would be awhile later. There went another Sunday.
Soon the anticipation turned to panic as Saturday night became date night. With all it's peer pressure, hairspray, and thirty four phone calls - to your BFF. If you weren't on a date you were relegated to babysitting which meant actually watching the entire episode of Saturday Night Live. Sunday morning was spent listening for hours as your BFF described every detail of the two hours spent alone in a theatre with "him". Then spending the next 4 hours wondering why "he" wasn't interested in you. There went another Sunday.
By the time Saturday night is no longer a blurr due from beer goggles, wings, and smoke filled bars it has become, just the prelude to Sunday. (OK, so there is a middle- after you are first married before you have children while you are still frisky but it's so hard to remember because it's sandwiched between beer goggles and sleepless nights.) There goes another Sunday.
Sunday is the end of the weekend, the travel day, the cleaning day, the bill paying day, the - I have a presentation, book report, mammogram tomorrow day. Sunday is a goodbye day. Sunday is a stressful day. Sunday is the blues: soulful, reflective, melancholy. Sunday is suppose to be the ultimate day of relaxation thus causing the severe anxiety to hurry up, relax, and enjoy the day.
Sunday makes me feel like a failure because things are always left undone: the laundry, the toilets, the grocery shopping. And things just left: the homework, the roast, the hike. Instead we loafed around, nobody went to church, we made pancakes and played Lego's for four hours in our PJ's. We watched the one quarter of the football game then all fell asleep in a pile on the couch. Then we ordered pizza.
Maybe I do like Sunday?
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