Sunday, August 1, 2010


I have this thing about Sundays. Because the next day is Monday. Sunday is the day before I have to go to work. My mind and body start their weekly panic attack. I'll have to get up early. I have to think about what to wear. I have to think about lunches for the kiddos... and my lunch. I worry about my gas tank, my agenda, and my time management. Sunday is a day that I hate to have places to go because it means I'm not relaxing right before bed. It's like my yoga not to be fully engaged in anything slightly mentally or physically taxing on a Sunday night.

What is this crazy going on about you ask? August is like a big giant on-mega-steroids Sunday night. And Monday is knocking.


Cheryl: Oh to Be a Muse said...

haha! august is especially bad when you have kids--all that back to school mania.

this is exactly how i used to feel about sundays. i never wanted to plan anything so that i could truly relax. otherwise i'd have the same thoughts (minus the kids' lunches). now, i have mondays off so sundays are great again.

PurpleNepenthe said...

Lucky you!