Does this sound familiar? Late Sunday afternoon, as the weekend draws to a close, Friday's optimism gives way to the realization that you only got part-way through your chores and haven't really sat down yet. Can this period of "rest and relaxation" really be over already?
I've had pretty rough cases of Sunday-evening blues these last few weeks. Maybe it's that the warmer days make us yearn for unstructured time. Maybe it's that single parenthood means the yard and home are my responsibility alone, and it gets me down when I haven't managed to mow the lawn. Maybe it's simply that , like everyone with a full life outside of work, it's hard to see an end to weekend days spent hanging with the kids and entertaining friends.
Yesterday, the end of the weekend found us returning from a hike at Hilton Falls and a playdate in Burlington. Cameron said he was bummed the weekend was almost over, articulating exactly how I was feeling. Driving the car I found myself searching for a way to turn the end of the weekend into a celebration that would lift everyone's spirits.
I decided to hit the bakery 10 minutes before close and buy the last chocolate devil's food cake on the shelf.
Back at home we decided to make it a birthday party for one of Alister's stuffed animals, a lion that helps him scare away bad dreams at night. Alister got to embellish the cake with sprinkles.
It worked! The cake brought a smile to everyone's faces and we ended the weekend on a high note.
What do you do to create a celebration out of an ordinary day? How do you cope with Sunday blues?