Just noticed that Sunday nights don’t bother me
anymore. I used to get visibly grouchy
(putting it mildly) late on Sunday afternoon because I was already starting to
stress about the upcoming work week. Now
Sunday just seems like another day and I actually know that on Monday I will
get a whole 2.5 hours to myself without husband or kids, so it is almost like a
mini-vacation on Monday. I don’t think I
ever hated my job that much. Maybe I
just hated the requirement to go and lack of control over my own schedule. Either way, Sunday night in our house is much
better.
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