I'm sure you are all very much familiar with that depressing, melanchony feeling that sweeps into the house like a bad omen just about 16:00 on a Sunday afternoon. I myself have struggled and fought with this demon many times.
"Why do you torment me so?" I often ask him, "when I should be spending these precious hours laughing with my family or taking the dog for a relaxing, energising run (okey, to call it a run would be fooling you, and myself for that matter!)"
Isntead, I stare into the nothingness in front of me and wonder what the purpous of my life is, if anything at all! Or walk up and down the house in frustration, not wanting to do my reading in preperation for the week ahead, but also not relaxed enough to just sit and enjoy a glass of whine while staring at the colouring sky as the night sets in.
He never aswers met though, so I have decided tot make up my own list of reasons for hating Sundays.
1. The first thing that jumps into your head when you wake up on a Sunday morning (exept for the headache due to too much wine the night before), is the fact that the next day is Monday. And everyone knows why we hate Mondays!
2. All the kids are usually under mom's roof on Sundays and I seem to have trouble recalling a Sunday without there being a querell between siblings, parents, siblings and parents and sometimes even siblings, parents AND pets!
3. You always feel bloated and guilty after having a second helping of fried potatoes, or indulging in the home made malva pudding (convincing yourself at the time that you don't do this every day!)
4. In the afternoon, everyone tries to sleep off the heavy lunch and the house is dead quiet. You are not aloud to go out, because "Sundays are family days", but no one in the house wants anything to do with you either! So you spend the time aimlessly dwindling from one room to the next, trying to find something to do.
5. Then comes the dreaded hour. You seem to start feeling hopeless, helpless and meaningless, all at once. Another weekend gone, and another week aproaching at the speed of the Black Plaque! There was so much you still wanted to do, NEEDED to do, things you never seem to find the time for, and you start to wonder "What's the use?".
6. I wouldn't want to list going to church as one of the reasons for hating Sunday's. Going to church as such isn't all that bad (unless of course you have to attend the morning sermon with your parents). It just seems that sometimes, church has become one of those weekely activities you are forced to perform, as if you don't have a choice. The whole matter of choice complicates things further, because should you choose not to go, you end up feeling guilty, and so you end up spending the last precious hours of your weekend doing something because you feel it's expected of you, and not because you want to
7. Carte Blanch. The opening tune of this famous TV program is the signal that the weekend has officially ended and that it's time to start getting your ducks in a row for tomorrow before the 8 'o clock movie. Instead of relaxing in front of the TV, or doing something else more usefull, you have to pack your school or university bag, or in my case, pack your suite case if you are not living at hom anymore (which, for some, isn't all that bad). Everyone runs around the house trying to get their clothes out of the tumble dryer, searching for pens and trying to remember where you put your make up bag.
Maybe Sundays aren't all that bad. But for me it's a useless day, filled with guilt for not doing more with my life than I should. A day not really weekend anymore and not yet week either. Maybe we should just all appreciate it for what it is and fill this usefull day with usefull things (like making lists of things you hate :-) ) When 16:00 strikes, grab a glass of whine ( or whiskey if you prefer,) and use the time to get your head ready for the week ahead. Or don't. Organise a coffee date with that cute guy down the street. Something you've always wanted to do but never seem to get the time for. And soon that old melancholy feeling won't have time to put its claws into you.
"Why do you torment me so?" I often ask him, "when I should be spending these precious hours laughing with my family or taking the dog for a relaxing, energising run (okey, to call it a run would be fooling you, and myself for that matter!)"
Isntead, I stare into the nothingness in front of me and wonder what the purpous of my life is, if anything at all! Or walk up and down the house in frustration, not wanting to do my reading in preperation for the week ahead, but also not relaxed enough to just sit and enjoy a glass of whine while staring at the colouring sky as the night sets in.
He never aswers met though, so I have decided tot make up my own list of reasons for hating Sundays.
1. The first thing that jumps into your head when you wake up on a Sunday morning (exept for the headache due to too much wine the night before), is the fact that the next day is Monday. And everyone knows why we hate Mondays!
2. All the kids are usually under mom's roof on Sundays and I seem to have trouble recalling a Sunday without there being a querell between siblings, parents, siblings and parents and sometimes even siblings, parents AND pets!
3. You always feel bloated and guilty after having a second helping of fried potatoes, or indulging in the home made malva pudding (convincing yourself at the time that you don't do this every day!)
4. In the afternoon, everyone tries to sleep off the heavy lunch and the house is dead quiet. You are not aloud to go out, because "Sundays are family days", but no one in the house wants anything to do with you either! So you spend the time aimlessly dwindling from one room to the next, trying to find something to do.
5. Then comes the dreaded hour. You seem to start feeling hopeless, helpless and meaningless, all at once. Another weekend gone, and another week aproaching at the speed of the Black Plaque! There was so much you still wanted to do, NEEDED to do, things you never seem to find the time for, and you start to wonder "What's the use?".
6. I wouldn't want to list going to church as one of the reasons for hating Sunday's. Going to church as such isn't all that bad (unless of course you have to attend the morning sermon with your parents). It just seems that sometimes, church has become one of those weekely activities you are forced to perform, as if you don't have a choice. The whole matter of choice complicates things further, because should you choose not to go, you end up feeling guilty, and so you end up spending the last precious hours of your weekend doing something because you feel it's expected of you, and not because you want to
7. Carte Blanch. The opening tune of this famous TV program is the signal that the weekend has officially ended and that it's time to start getting your ducks in a row for tomorrow before the 8 'o clock movie. Instead of relaxing in front of the TV, or doing something else more usefull, you have to pack your school or university bag, or in my case, pack your suite case if you are not living at hom anymore (which, for some, isn't all that bad). Everyone runs around the house trying to get their clothes out of the tumble dryer, searching for pens and trying to remember where you put your make up bag.
Maybe Sundays aren't all that bad. But for me it's a useless day, filled with guilt for not doing more with my life than I should. A day not really weekend anymore and not yet week either. Maybe we should just all appreciate it for what it is and fill this usefull day with usefull things (like making lists of things you hate :-) ) When 16:00 strikes, grab a glass of whine ( or whiskey if you prefer,) and use the time to get your head ready for the week ahead. Or don't. Organise a coffee date with that cute guy down the street. Something you've always wanted to do but never seem to get the time for. And soon that old melancholy feeling won't have time to put its claws into you.
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