Sunday...Sunday...

What is it about Sunday that makes me so depressed? For over a year now, each Sunday I wake up and hide under the covers for as long as I can. In the end, I have to force myself to finally get up and face my family. Sunday means I'm going to be cranky and depressed. Sunday sucks the life out of me!

Today is no different. I woke up annoyed and unhappy. I'm really ticked off at my son. Last night he was acting like a huge brat. When I had enough and told him that he needed to go to bed, he slammed his bedroom door and yelled "Fuck You Bitch!" Yep...those words of love and respect came out of my 8 year-old's mouth. I'm so proud. He got a spanking, but that won't deter him. I know it will happen again. I don't even want to look at him today. Actually, I don't want to look at anyone today.

I'm pretty annoyed that every weekend I never seem to accomplish the things that I would like to do. For example, I've been wanting to go see a dollar movie for three weeks now. I ask Brian and he just shrugs. I asked a friend to join me but she had plans. I was going to go alone last night, but then Brandon's little out burst ruined my enthusiasm. I need to go buy shoes too - but I haven't been able. We run around taking our kids everywhere...crossing off our to do list...but there is never time or energy to just enjoy the weekend. Or at least, that is how I feel. Maybe that is why I hate Sunday. I know it is the last day I have to attempt to have a life I semi-enjoy...and I know I'm going to fail and spend it in a way I don't want too.

Last night, I spent 3 hours ironing. Whoa! Party animal. I DID accomplish one minor thing during this time, however. I caught up on watching the 2 episodes of Grey's Anatomy and an episode of Pushing Daisies that I had missed. I still have to watch 3 episodes of Chuck - good thing I still have laundry to iron.

I plan on spending most of this beautiful day inside cleaning. I hope your Sunday is a much happier, sunnier place to be.