Sundays are different

I've realized in the last year that Sundays are different than they used to be...and it's not in a bad way.  I remember when I was first out of college, and I absolutely dreaded Sundays.  I realize now it's because I had a job that I really didn't like.  Staring down an entire week of being at that job was somewhat overwhelming, and I didn't like those Sundays.

Even when I was a stay-at-home mom though, I didn't like Sundays.  Andrew and I have always been very protective of keeping our Sundays protected with little-to-no outside activities happening.  We didn't see Sunday as a "hang-out-with-others" time, although we've been willing to have early dinners with family or friends.  Sunday evenings still felt overwhelming, as though the week ahead was daunting.  I've never been a morning person, and I never look forward to having to wait until the next Saturday to sleep in.  I didn't necessarily dread going to work each day because I loved subbing, but I still didn't enjoy Sunday evenings.

Last year, I remember looking at Andrew and telling him that I found myself enjoying Sunday evenings.  I found them relaxing.  I enjoyed the peace and quiet of the end of the weekend.  I wondered if that would change this year with Thomas being home.  I'm very pleased that hasn't happened.  Sundays aren't quite as quiet, but I still enjoy them.  Part of it, a big part of it, is that I really do enjoy my job.  I also realize that my kids are adults and are responsible for the parts of their weeks that only involve them.  It's also true that because my kids are graduated, I don't have the evening commitments for their activities that I used to have.  So my weeks, overall, are just a little less busy.

I'm grateful for more relaxed Sundays.  I'm especially grateful for Sundays with gorgeous weather, and Sundays with football!