Do you ever get the Sunday Night Blues? I've noticed within the past couple months that whenever I mention to someone that I have it, in return I get an understanding or empathetic look. I suppose it's a universal thing to mourn the passing of a killer weekend, or in this case, a killer vacation, and face the coming work week.
I feel like it's gotten worse with me lately. It's something I talk with my counselor about from time to time (oh yes... have I mentioned that I'm in therapy? It's only fitting, right? Now that I'm in the "real world" if we insist on calling it that...) and I've learned to deal with it. In the past I've wasted entire Sundays staring mournfully out the window and weeping intermittently. I wish I was joking. But I've been doing a little better with these outbursts of emotion lately.
But coming back from an extended weekend or eleven days of holiday time is about fifty times harder. Especially when you've been away and have to physically make your way back. However, I did a few things to try to ease my weepiness today:
1. Took up my friend Angela's last minute offer to go see The Fighter. I got to see Marky Mark beat the shit out of some guys and then make out with Amy Adams-- that is, Marky Mark did, not me-- so that was pretty cool.
2. I bought some cinnamon crunch bagels at Panera for breakfast the next few days. If that won't get me to roll out of bed in the morning, I don't know what will.
But just to make extra sure that I keep my spirits up this Sunday eve, I might just eat one of those bagels now.
So long, holiday break. You'll be missed.
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I felt the same way! It's not usually too bad until Sunday evening. The closer it gets to bedtime, the more depressing it is. This morning I could barely drag myself away from Sylvia! I did start some awesome crocheted baby blankets yesterday, so that made it a little better :)
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you agree (not that I want anyone else to catch the Sunday Blues!). I definitely have to latch onto the bright little spots of the week (my Panera bagels, awesome lunches at Bob's Your Uncle) to remind myself to get out of bed Monday morning...
ReplyDeleteI don't really get the Sunday blues, but since I work weekends it's not too surprising. But I do get the blues when a vacation comes to an end. It's probably like the winter blues, which I get.
ReplyDeleteYeah-- I'll bet they are similar!
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