The Problem with Sunday.

"Weekends don't count unless you spend them doing something completely pointless." 

Bill Watterson

I really do have an issue with Sunday.  I know, there are times where I can't understand it myself.  How can anyone in their right mind dislike Sunday?  Well, to be completely honest, the relationship I have with Sunday is more like love/hate.  I love that I am able to sleep a little later than usual, I love that I get to hang around in my pajamas all day, if I really want to, I love that the only thing on the agenda (normally) is that I get to spend time with my husband and my doggy.  Then we have our Sunday afternoon tradition of grilling steaks and eating them over pleasant conversation.  It truly is a wonderful thing.  

Then we have the hate part of the equation.  Well, maybe it should be an ardent dislike, I am trying to be more positive (which includes taking words like 'hate' out of my day-to-day vocabulary).  I really dislike that the next day is Monday.  When I say dislike, well, I mean I passionately dislike the fact that Monday comes after Sunday.  I am a true believer of incorporating three day weekends as a part of the American work culture.  I dislike the fact that no matter what I do, I can't fall asleep on Sunday night.  Which to me is torture.  If there is anything worst than a hungry Renata, it would be a tired Renata.  I have come to associate Sunday with sleeplessness and anxiety.  I lay in bed, close my eyes, and make a true attempt to get comfortable.  No luck.  I toss and turn all-night-long.  It is either too hot or too cold.  It is never perfect.  I dislike Sunday night.

I've yet to pinpoint the exact cause for my Sunday night sleeplessness.  However, I am beginning to think that it must be caused by the amount of nothing I usually do.  Like I said before, I don't schedule many social outings for Sunday.  It is our day to regroup, relax, and rejuvenate.  Which is most likely the cause of my inability to fall asleep; I am already too relaxed.  It must be due to my lack of being tired, right? Whatever the cause, I am ready for a solution.  It cannot always be this bad, can it?  I must not be the only individual with Sunday Night Insomnia, am I?  Please say it isn't so!

There you have it, my personal issue with Sunday.  Sunday, it is you, not me.

xoxo