I hate you, Sunday

Sunday means the end of the weekend.  Sundays are filled with hatred for Monday, and the sick anticipation of getting my ass out of bed at 5am, making sure I've packed everything, driving to the airport, standing in the checkpoint line, flying to Philadelphia.  Sundays are full of running around like a crazywoman, making sure everything is set for the boys before I leave.  Sundays are full of planning on going to bed way early but actually not getting to sleep before midnight, because I'm a moron.

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[One Wink]

omg I hear you. I start hyperventilating about two in the afternoon and the dread is overwhelming by my 9pm bedtime which is more like 10pm. And my prep time is nothing near what yours entails. Bless you, dear girl.

[piglet]

just reading your great description brings back those traveling blues i used to have on sundays too. before kids it was awesome, after kids not so much.

[Alpha Mom]

Sundays suck for me, too, and I'm a freelancer (so weekends are the same as workdays for me). I think Sundays are the most depressing day of the week. After thinking I was the only one who thought that, I read an article about "Sunday depression" and how it affects a lot of people -- especially single people.