Sunday has always been my favorite day.
Different stages of life have meant different reasons for the feelings of a Sunday.
Tot
Walking to church with a silly bow in my hair, but happy just the same because the Brothers always had candy.
Teen
Sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep
Telephone marathons
Sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep
Twenty-Something
PRE-K (pre kids):
Lazy day in bed with my husband, a little of this, a little of that
Those luxurious stretches that give you the most peace you’ve felt all week
Laughter, music
Sleeeeeeeeeeep
Food
A little more of this, a lot more of that
Sleeeeeeeeeeep
POST-K (post, well you get it):
Skip it, blocked it out, everyday is the same
Damned Looooooong
Thirty-Something
MID-K:
Huh? I’ve forgotten what day it is and I don’t have time to remember it anyway
Forty-Something
Ahhhh, starting to come back to me now. I think I remember what this is like
Oh hell yeah
Only now it’s “Get Ooooooooooout…you’re hogging the bed!”
“But, seeing as you are up now, can you feed the dog, walk him, take the chicken out of the freezer, turn the music on, bring me some coffee in a couple hours?
Mmmkay?
Aw, thanks hon.”
Fifty-Something
Trying to re-figure it out
So far, it’s still my favorite day, just not sure why as all the days kind of run together
But when something reminds me it’s Sunday, I smile
(after I cringe ’cause I thought it was Thursday)
But I DO still think Sunday is a Hum-Dinger of a day
So, I’ll Hum a little something for ya
Happy Sunday all
🙂
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