Sundays not Sundaes

Here it is, another Sunday. I don't like Sundays. I'm not really sure why but have felt this way for most of my life. It is different from the other six days of the week. I know for some that it's a joyous day that they celebrate in church. It just seems like a more subdued day.











Even as a kid I knew if didn't like Sunday's. I would've just liked to skip over it and go right to Monday but then Saturday would become my new Sunday.

As I got older Sunday became the day before I had to return to work, a job that I wasn't crazy about that had a Monday deadline which many things had to fall into place perfectly to meet it.

Then I had children and it became the dreaded day before I had to take them back to daycare.




Today my kids are well past that age and I have a job that I love going to but I still am not a fan of Sundays. I just find them somewhat depressing. Not every Sunday but enough of them. Several times a year I am overwhelmed with it. Actually heart wrenchingly sad. Anyone who has suffered with depression knows that empty aching feeling. I will go back to bed and hope to sleep most of the day away. I think of days gone by, that my parents are no longer young, they won't live forever. The carefree days of youth when you didn't have a care in the world are gone. Then Monday comes and things look better. Can I be the only person that likes Mondays?




This was a very busy bee. He was very interesting to watch. Click and enlarge these pictures, he's a very cute worker bee.



Just one of the several things I don't like about Blogger is that you can spend lots of time laying your post out, getting it just right and when you publish it, Blogger does it the way it wants to anyway.