When I was a little kid I used to hate it with a passion. Friday I'd get out of school and the weekend was all mine. I'd get to stay up late! Although looking back I don't even think I'd stay up that late, I'd go to bed at 11 or 12 if I was feeling like a rebel. My imagination made the weekend that much more exciting. My sister was still too young for her to actually provide me any entertainment. I had my books that I loved reading, I had a gameboy and I watched movies and cartoons. Back when Cartoon Network was the bomb diggity and Disney Channel had high class shows. That's So Raven anyone? Although even that came later on. But still. Friday nights I watched X-Men Evolution. Or something on the Disney Channel.
Then came Saturdays. There I'd be in front of the TV screen by 8 am. Ohh the irony. I hated waking up early during the weekdays but weekends I didn't mind it! Digimon, Pokemon, Yugioh, Scooby-Doo, I watched it all. And I loved it. Saturdays were for the most part always fun. I always had everything I needed to make the best of it.
Then came the unspeakable Sunday. This is what the post is about. I hated them because I'd wake up Sunday knowing my weekend was done. I didn't like going out to parties or dinner or anything remotely fun because I'd have fun but then I'd have to go home only to go to school the next day.
I'd have to go to bed early. I'd be counting the hours and minutes. And then it'd be bedtime and I'd reluctantly go to bed. But I could never sleep. It would take hours for me to fall asleep. And then it'd be Monday and the week would start over again.
Now? Now Sundays are my homework days. Everything I procrastinate is done on Sundays. That's not changing any time soon. And once in a while they're my lazy days.
But I guess I don't dislike Sundays as much as I used to. It's just a day that signifies the end of the weekend for me. And the start of something new.
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