Sunday Nights

Of course I love the weekends. Turning up the volume on the radio as you drive from work to a possible Happy Hour on Friday. Sleeping in on Saturday morning with a whole day ahead of anything you want planned. Could be shopping, hiking, or meeting up with friends. You have the nights to watch movies, go out to eat, drink and be merry. When Sunday hits, you relax. This could be while shopping, hiking, or meeting up with friends again, or instead laying around with a cup of coffee and the newspaper.

But then comes Sunday night. It felt so far away on Friday when you threw aside your workbag. As the sun starts to set, this feeling creeps in and reminds you of all the chores you put off during the week to complete when you had all this time during the weekend; like vacuum the floor, 8 loads of laundry, pay the bills, buy the groceries.

I sit here on the couch tonight feeling content with my particularly lively weekend of driving to the beach, biking in the hills, exploring possible wedding locations, eating tasty food, and even sneaking in a load of laundry. And, as I contemplate if my clothes are ironed for tomorrow, or if my lessons are ready to teach, I realize…Its Monday night. Bless the three-day weekend. They should all be this long…. even if the anxiety creeps in just the same on Monday as it does on Sunday.