Singing the Sunday Blues.
Sundays.
How I have a love/hate relationship with you. This of course is nothing new. For years I have had a love/hate relationship with you. During my childhood, you were a free day, yet getting up to attend church always seemed more like torture than a lesson. In high school, you meant that my parents let me catch up on the sleep I had missed from the night before after babysitting the kids across the street til the wee hours of the morning.
And now as an adult? I still find myself battling my wishy-washy emotions I have had with you.
Yes I enjoy the simple laziness that you bring. Love the fact that my husband lets me sleep in not rushing me to get up.I love knowing I don't have anything planned and on nice days such as this, I can do whatever I want. I can take lil man out in the sun, spend in shopping, with money we don't yet have or do absolutely positively nothing.
And yet I hate the fact that by the time five o'clock rolls around there is this ache that starts in my chest. The fact that I know the weekend is fastly coming to an end. The knowledge that tomorrow brings not only another Monday. But the start to a whole new week. I hate the way you fly by to quickly ending far to soon.
Maybe we could make a deal? Come up with something a little more conducive, something that perhaps fits my own needs and wants and yet please you at the same time. There has to be something we can figure out. Perhaps come to a deal.
After all, I am a pretty reasonable person. And its not like either one of us are going anywhere anytime soon.
How I have a love/hate relationship with you. This of course is nothing new. For years I have had a love/hate relationship with you. During my childhood, you were a free day, yet getting up to attend church always seemed more like torture than a lesson. In high school, you meant that my parents let me catch up on the sleep I had missed from the night before after babysitting the kids across the street til the wee hours of the morning.
And now as an adult? I still find myself battling my wishy-washy emotions I have had with you.
Yes I enjoy the simple laziness that you bring. Love the fact that my husband lets me sleep in not rushing me to get up.I love knowing I don't have anything planned and on nice days such as this, I can do whatever I want. I can take lil man out in the sun, spend in shopping, with money we don't yet have or do absolutely positively nothing.
And yet I hate the fact that by the time five o'clock rolls around there is this ache that starts in my chest. The fact that I know the weekend is fastly coming to an end. The knowledge that tomorrow brings not only another Monday. But the start to a whole new week. I hate the way you fly by to quickly ending far to soon.
Maybe we could make a deal? Come up with something a little more conducive, something that perhaps fits my own needs and wants and yet please you at the same time. There has to be something we can figure out. Perhaps come to a deal.
After all, I am a pretty reasonable person. And its not like either one of us are going anywhere anytime soon.