Sunday Night – What to Make of You?

Sunday Night – What to Make of You?

Sunday nights are weird. Technically it’s still the weekend but I can’t help but start thinking about the coming week and everything that I need to get done. Being a responsible adult is a pain sometimes. My goal on Sunday nights besides do my best to forget that it’s going to be over in a short time, is to relax as much as possible, although that is easier said than done. Tonight has been spectacularly successful in some ways, and not so much in others. In the win column was involving my husband in the meal prep for the coming week so that meal times are a bit less stressful. Groceries procured? Yes. Chia oatmeal pudding for breakfast assembled? Check. Huge batch of spaghetti and meatballs for tonight and tomorrow’s dinner, done and done. My gym clothes are laid out, and I already have a pretty good idea of what my workday will look like tomorrow so that helps ease some of the potential Monday stress. I’m writing this as my dogs cuddle at my feet, and will soon be brewing a cup of peppermint tea which I’m hoping will put me in the perfect state for some deep and restful sleep.

Not so great news tonight? I keep waiting for my husband to lose interest in his new video game (he hasn’t). My dogs did not get the bath I had planned on giving them, not that they’re complaining. I’m also not quite at my best physically with some general stomach malaise that I can’t quite describe (hopefully the peppermint tea will help with that as well), and there hasn’t been nearly as much relaxation as I would have liked since I worked for part of the afternoon and was running errands for the second half of it. I recently read that Ina Garten, the Barefoot Contessa, gets a massage every single Sunday night and has done so for the past 30 years. More massages, I think that is definitely a ritual worth adding to my Sunday nights.

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