Sunday: the last day of the weekend, the day you finally feel rested, the day to watch good football and Carte Blanche!
Sunday, over the past few weeks has been the day I cry. And for no logical reason. A few Sundays ago, I needed a five minute break before watching Lucifer to go cry in the bathroom, the Sunday after this I cried because Cayleb wasn’t with me for the WHOLE day and last Sunday I cried because of the Dial Direct advert, The Voice and the farmers on Carte Blanche. It has become a norm in our home and Mitch has his way of dealing with it (he goes to the lounge and smokes).
At first I thought I was pregnant. I am not (Phew!!) Then I thought it was PMS and hormones and it probably was. But it took three weeks, a lot of tears and sleep to realize that it is the anxiety of the week ahead that is building up in me. And the only way it knows how to come out is tears.
The start of 2016 has been tough but I didn’t realize how much I am letting it get to me. So I have started preparing for Sundays and ultimately Mondays:
- I, 100%, familiarize myself with my week ahead on the Friday
- I make sure the weekend is relaxing as possible
- I enjoy every moment with Cayleb and Mitch so I can eliminate any guilt immediately
- I prep for the week in terms of lunches/dinners/homework
- Shower and get hair done on the Sunday night so Monday mornings are easy
These are small things but they make a big difference in setting the tone for the week. I keep learning new tricks to help the process. Please let me know if you have any to share…
So it is Sunday as I write this and it is nearly 18h00 so how has today been? Pretty good I would say. I haven’t cried yet.
However I am not saying it will not happen because if Liverpool win the Capital One Cup tonight then I know I will cry but for the right reasons.