Sunday 16 June 2013

Sunday Serenade

Almost a year since leaving my "real" job and I still can't escape that feeling that only Sunday night can bring. From the time I was in school, Sunday was always my least favourite day of the week. The weekend for me really only covered Friday night and Saturday - Sunday was its' own landscape - carrying all of the particular anticipation and often dread of the Monday that would follow. That night more than any other I would find myself tossing and turning and staring down the clock radio as the minutes and hours ticked by...meaning even less rest to face what would lie ahead. What was left unfinished on Friday evening that would have to be addressed, what homework hadn't been perfectly completed, what rituals would need to be endured - describing some series of activities that would compare to those of colleagues or friends who casually asked "how was your weekend?". When I was young, the Sunday night routine included watching programs like Sonny and Cher or the Carol Burnett Show - and I remember being acutely aware that when the programs were over it would be time to face the torture of going to bed - the racing mind - envisioning the monsters of the coming week and making them larger and nastier than could ever be realized when the morning came. I have no reason to carry the weight of this day around with me - and yet old habits are so hard to let go of. Which brings me here - to just another Sunday night - and a few more monsters to face.

5 comments:

  1. Strangely enough Michelle I was talking with someone yesterday afternoon about this exact phenomena. Always a little before dinner time on Sunday I treat the weekend as over and begin to anticipate the week to come. I have long tried to get my mind to stretch the weekend out and let it go at least until 10 at night but alas I have had no success. I am thinking of stopping work at noon every Friday to make up for the loss of the later part of Sunday:)

    ReplyDelete
  2. I have always loathed Sundays as it was the day I would face the inevitable fact that I had, once again, left my homework to the last minute... and even though I no longer have homework, the dread remains.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. There must be a support group for this!

      Delete
    2. If not, perhaps you could start one... I would join - but the meetings would have to start shortly after breakfast...

      Delete
  3. What about dreaming about work? I find this as unfair as thinking about work on a weekend...Steals your mind-space that could be devoted to more fun dreams!

    ReplyDelete