As a kid, it always depressing to know that I'd be spending the majority of my day doing homework and I'd have to go to bed early. As a teen, I often spent Sunday working (at a Danish bakery no less...although the tips were amazing.) and just generally dreading school the next day (and I had school night curfew to deal with as well.) College may have been the one time I didn't mind Sunday so much (but I was probably way too hungover most Sundays to care about anything other than getting bacon in my system...or soy sausage when I was a vegetarian.)
Now, as a working adult, I still find Sundays to be somewhat depressing. At the moment they are typically my one day off a week, so on the one hand, I love them. There's something so relaxing about drinking coffee in bed until noon. On the other, I often find myself trying to cram so many things in that Sunday just ends up being exhausting - I need to clean (I'm pretty militant about scrubbing my bathroom once a week and changing my sheets, doing laundry and all that jazz,) go to the gym, try to finish whatever display I'm working on for the library and cook for lunches and dinners during the week. I also usually try to fit in lunches with friends because it's the one day I can do it (bless their hearts, they are really understanding when I have to flake...I really love them!)
Working from home on Mondays has nicely eliminated some of the Sunday sadness and I've been making an effort lately to go out and do fun things on Sundays (wine tasting, for example.) I'm finding that I really do need to do something fun to regain my sanity a bit and ease in to the next week (I also realize that I'm very, very lucky to have two jobs, when many people can't find one...so really, this whole post is just a giant wine fest.)
Today's agenda includes a trip to Target, Trader Joe's and BevMo (and possibly Costco, but Costco on a Sunday is like taking a trip to the seventh layer of hell.) Today's agenda also includes bacon (can't go wrong with that...although I feel really guilty eating it. More on that another time.) I also need to unpack and do a boat-load of laundry and watch the Real Housewives of New Jersey reunion (yes, I watch reality TV and I don't care what anyone thinks...I do feel the need to say that I draw the line at the Kardashians though. UGH!)
Oh, and I really, really need to wash my car (I can hardly see out the windows a this point.) Funny side story: I took my car to Best Buy the other day to look into a new stereo (I have the shitty factory installed one and I can't connect my phone/iPod to it...I commute 10 hours a week in the middle of nowhere...and sometimes can't get a single station to come in clearly.) Anyway, they had to come out and look at my car to see what the panel looked like and I found myself apologizing for how dirty my car was. The guy helping me was all, "you're just doing your part!" (I'm assuming the meant because of the drought.) Ha! This stranger totally overestimated me! The real reason my car isn't washed -(well, aside from being out of town for a week.) Car washes intimidate me. It's not the going through the actual car wash (what most people seem to be afraid of,) it's figuring out which line to go in, having someone pre-wash the car, trying to get my tires in the correct position to go into the car wash. It's enough to make me want to take a Xanax (and it's why my car is typically dirty..note to self: Self, while black cars look great when they're clean, they are impossible to keep clean. Stick with white. Or silver.)
For whatever reason, I feel like today is going to be a really good day, although it's probably going to fly by, as good days often do.
On a side note, I miss my spending my Sunday mornings with my crabby old lady. I'm pretty sure she thought the sole purpose of my existence was to stay in bed all day and pet her.
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