What is it about Sunday evening? Why are they so depressing? When John and I were dating, I still had that extra semester at Purdue and he was working at the Zenith credit union and going to law school. I would go up for the weekend - taking whoever I could carry from the ride board at Purdue to the northwest suburbs of Chicago. I would stay with John and his folks until Monday morning because I didn't have a class until Monday afternoon. I don't know why I stayed Sunday night because all I did was cry. Seriously. It was awful. And John, bless his heart, for whatever reason, understood.
So for my kids and whoever else is out there, I get Sunday nights, but I will never understand it. Whether it's bracing yourself for a new week or something deeper than that, I feel your pain.
The anticipation is always worse than the thing itself.
But I can guarantee, it will be better - eventually.
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