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.