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Last week Things finally got to some semblance of a routine this week and I've been finally feeling better and in charge of my emotional faculties. I've taken over one of the upstairs bedrooms and set it up as my office-cum-homeschool room. In other words, the room is a big mess, but both my daughter and I are able to navigate the room fine as everything in the room has a meaning in our own brains. We're both very organized that way. I've been using a sit-stand desk for my work laptop and I'm a little glad that I got to try this system finally. When I'm not working, I'm helping the girl with her letters, numbers, or fun activities. Trust me, this is difficult but we worked through the system this week, and think we have it under control. My father-in-law watches my son during the day as the little ma…

The Sunday Salon (A case of the Sunday blues) -- October 17, 2010

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Ok! I have a confession to make - I get Sunday Blues! Not Monday Blues, but Sunday Blues. I hate Sundays. I've always hated Sundays, because it means that the next day is a Monday. I'm that weird - I start hating something the day before it is here. On the plus side, I never have issues with Mondays. I feel perfectly fine when I go to work (and school, before that) on Monday. At the cost of a Sunday that I should actually enjoy. Does anyone else have Sunday blues? I hope I'm not an anomaly.

Years ago, when I was growing up in Dubai, I used to have only one day off each year. In fact, everyone there had just one day off, and that used to be a Friday. So I basically grew up on 6-day school-weeks. My dad worked a 6-day week. From Saturday, I used to wait for Friday, and as soon as Friday was here, it was already time to get ready for the next week. So, whenever I used to go to India on a visit, I would envy my cousins, who had two whole days a week before they had to go back to see their teachers again. And then, sometime during my middle grade or maybe even later, the government gave us school kids one more day off each week - a Thursday. I don't remember what I did on that first Thursday, except worry that the new policy is short-term and that it would soon be discontinued. The memory actually makes me smile now. Ever since then, I enjoyed one day of the weekend, and had blues the next day. Bummer!

This past week has been a great week in reading. I finished one book (Harry Potter book 4), and have another one almost done (Panopticon). I'll probably try to complete one more book before this week ends. Work has been pretty smooth so far. But the best thing that happened is organizing my reader in a way that will give me less worry and let me catch up on more blogs. I hadn't been adding new blogs to my reader for quite some time, because I wasn't anyways getting the time to play catch up. It felt so good when I actually started adding more blogs. Other than that, things have been pretty much routine. Oh, and did you guys watch The Social Network yet? I watched it on the opening weekend, but forgot to mention. It's a must-see! I totally enjoyed it - it's always fun to know the background story (however controversial and flawed) of anything that's a significant part of your day.

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Mary (Bookfan) said…
When I was in high school I felt the same way about Sundays! I don't feel that way any more though.
I haven't seen The Social Network yet but I've heard it's good. Have a great week!
I had the Sunday blues in high school but have since gotten over it. Hooray!
I can relate! I told a fellow teacher last year that my favorite time of the week is Friday night: the work week is complete and I have the entire weekend to look forward to. However, when Sunday comes around I know that the weekend is over because I have to start preparing for the next week.

I am trying to improve. I am trying to enjoy the entire weekend (well, at least until 7:00PM Sunday night) so that I am not nearly as worn out by mid-week.
bermudaonion said…
Sundays don't bother me at all, but I don't work! When we lived in France the kids went to school 5 1/2 days a week. I did see The Social Network and loved it. I hope you have a great week!
I get the Sunday Blues too. Even though I like my job, I hate going to work on Monday.....sighhhh

Hope you have a great week. Everyone is raving about The Social Network...have not seen it yet.
It's so interesting the tricks our minds play on us when it comes to days off. I've been talking about anticipation with my daughter and you've got anticipation blues (I made that up, obviously) on Sundays. Bummer! Hope your day is a good one
Athira said…
Mary, shucks, I should stop thinking like a schoolkid and grow up. At least I won't waste my energies when I could enjoy rather.

Harvee, Lucky you!

Molly, I love Friday nights too! The feeling that the whole weekend is ahead of you - priceless! I should also try to stop feeling the blues on Sundays - and just enjoy it like any other day.

Kathy, it's strange how depending on where you are, you may get one day off a week or two days off. It didn't strike me as weird when I only knew 6-day weeks, but now it feels weird.

Diane, it's that initial resistance to going to work - that's why we hate going to work on Mondays so much!

Helen, haha, anticipation blues is right. I'm waiting, waiting, waiting for it NOT to be Monday!
Oh, you're not weird! I, too, use to have those anticipatory blues on Sundays. That's what I decided they were. The dread started early in the day and grew, until, as night fell, I was in quite a state.

And I, too, liked school once I got there...later, when I was working, not so much. Mondays were often brutal, because all the crises that collected over the weekend fell on top of me. Literally! Well, not physically, but you get the picture.

Nowadays, I feel almost smug in how much I love my Sundays...and Mondays, because the freedom of "retirement" and the free-lance lifestyle I now enjoy have finally released me from that dread.

Hang in there!

Oh, and I'm glad you liked The Social Network. I've been wavering about whether or not to see it, so now I must.

Here's my Salon:

http://accidentalmoments.wordpress.com/2010/10/17/the-sunday-salon-oct-17/
Marce said…
Aths, Dubai is on my top 3 must go places, that is cool to know about you.

I really want to watch Social Network glad to know it is good.

At the moment every day feels like the Blues when there is work the next day :-)
Tales of Whimsy said…
I get the Sunday blues too! I thought it was just me. It's the day before the work day that always brings me down. Just like how Friday is my favorite because it promises the weekend :)
Marie Cloutier said…
Sunday has that depressing feel to it sometimes. You get to sleep in but then it's a "school night" and the afternoon is like downhill slide to Monday. Sigh!
Athira said…
Laurel-Rain, I've always wanted a free-lancing job, but I wonder if I would be as persevering with anything as when I'm on a regular schedule. Plus, I like being with people. I spent one week at home with minimal contact and got stiff with boredom. So it's a confusion for me. I do have that dream though.

Marce, I hope you get to visit Dubai! It is one beautiful and geeky place! Haha, And I hear you on the daily blues. :)

Juju, Friday is my favorite too - aah, the bliss of a forthcoming weekend!

Marie, my Sundays are so short - I try to wake up earlier but it never happens because I want to use my Saturdays to the max. And even before I begin to enjoy my Sunday, it's already night.
I love weekends. Saturdays are my favorite!
Lisa said…
I get a little bit of the Sunday blues, too. I hate that it means five days of work are just around the corner plus I feel like I want to be using the day to relax before the week starts but also that I need to be getting stuff done. It's a frustrating day!
erisian said…
i love my weekends.
the thought of working weekends makes me think of efficiency and torture, which commonly fall hand in hand and could never be confused as a personal motto for me.
Athira said…
Sheila, mine too! They should make Saturdays longer than 24 hours!

Lisa, I hear ya! By Sunday, I feel like there's so much to do. And I never really relax on Sundays - never got to. In the end, I dumped all my chores to Sunday, because it was anyways a lost day to me.

Erisian, Haha! Efficiency and Torture together? LOL, that's a good one! I hate weekend working too - for a long time, it's been my policy to never work on weekends.

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