Have I mentioned before just how much I dislike Sunday nights? If not……they’re almost the bane of my existence. A reminder of how much I didn’t get done over the weekend, a reminder that work begins bright & early tomorrow morning even though I feel like it’s Friday evening and I just walked through the door, a reminder that there’s not enough time on a weekend to relax AND get all the ‘grocery shopping, laundry, cleaning, errand-running, kid-playing, etc that has piled up during the week’ done.

So I try to stretch it out….staying up far too late and that makes Mondays even worse. You think I’d learn by now, huh? Yet here it is, after 10 p.m. Sunday night, and I’m still trying to finish laundry and mopping the kitchen floor. Bleck.