I realized yesterday just why it is that I’m so disinterested in Sundays. On top of everything I mentioned in Friday’s post, it’s that Sunday seems like a half day of work. The routine of Sunday is fixed on setting things up for the week ahead — doing laundry, ironing, food shopping, cleaning the house, etc.
This is what I realized as I as scrubbing the third toilet on Sunday morning. Where’s the weekend fun? Really, only on Saturday. Growing up stinks.