Sunday Morning

I use to love Sundays.

Sleeping in, relaxing, chilling out before you having to go back to work on Monday.

Watching the Sunday morning show that had interesting stories, getting up and moving in slow motion.

Moseying down to Starbucks, the Kolatchee Factory, maybe taking a walk in the park.

But not anymore.

Sundays are crap.

I have to be at work by 7:30am and Saturdays are not the new Sunday here.

Because Friday is Sunday - most things are closed for the first 1/2 of the day and it's the big Mosque day.

It's also a work day for the hubby - so there's not any real hanging out or errands to run.

So Saturday is the day we usually run errands, get his hair cut, etc...

So while it is an off day it's not relaxing like Sunday back home.

And neither is Friday.  I mean yes, I sleep in, but it's just not the same.

You know?

My weekend is ass backwards.

And every Sunday when I come into work...it just feels WRONG!

Every Sunday I have the fleeting thought of crap, I can't believe I have to work today.

It's Sunday - I should still be in bed.

Not putting on makeup.

Sunday was my makeup free day.

Crap.