Monday, the day after Sunday

Do you ever just wish that Sunday didn't exist?  Sunday isn't the day of relaxation presented in coffee commercials or the "stay in bed reading the paper and snuggling" day depicted in movies.  Who has a Sunday like that?  Not me. 

My Sunday's have always been the "day of dread".  Each activity on Sunday reminds me that Monday is coming fast - laundry for the week, grocery shopping, homework.  Sunday is merely Monday's prep day. 

I need a day to get ready for the week ahead...and there's never enough time on Sunday to accomplish all that needs to be done, so a sense of panic often weaves in amongst the dread.  Is it just me?

Today was different.  I chose not to frantically scramble to get everything done.  I do have some clean clothes and can always do laundry mid-week after work.  Whoo hoo, look out -- I'm living on the edge!  (I do love that fresh smell of clean sheets...oh well, small price to pay for a bit of relaxation.)

Here's to Sunday the way it was meant to be!