Barb’s Burblings

I was having a good day. Plans with a friend fell through, which sucked, but I managed to finish the work I had brought home and update my photo album. (Yes, I still have physical photo albums.) I watched some tv, I played some Wii; I was having a good day, following a good weekend. I was in a cheery frame of mind.

And then night fell. And I went from being like, “I have so many things to keep me occupied!” to “Everything’s so boring.” Sunday Night Syndrome had struck. Belatedly, of course, but that’s what happens on 3-day weekends.

Sunday nights are the worst. You go from the joy and freedom of the weekend to contemplating the return to work. And I like my job. I just prefer sitting around at home, apparently. It comes from school days, when Sunday nights were the time you had to sit down and do your homework. It’s not really an issue now, but that weight remains. It was much worse when I was younger; I remember going to a Broadway show and getting sad because the next day was Sunday, and then I’d have to go to school. Of course, this was a couple months into a new school after we moved, but that same sort of feeling has stuck with me.

So I’m trying to combat it by treating tonight like a normal Monday night. I’m going to go to the gym and then grab dinner and watch How I Met Your Mother and The Big Bang Theory. The only difference will be that I’m more well-rested than a typical Monday evening. Ah, television. Thank you for having new shows tonight; it helps.