… I used to enjoy Sundays.
Long, lazy mornings in bed with coffee and breakfast, followed by a stroll around a random pretty town and a quiet late lunch with The Man. Dinner was minimal, clean up was almost non-existent and the evening was calm whilst we prepared for the inevitable Monday morning that would follow.
Sundays now are a work of the devil. They are long, tortuous days that start with an early whirlwind of noise and activity, have a middle made of arguing and cries of “I’m bored”, and then culminate in an evening of tornado-like chaos with the kids refusing to bathe or sleep. On days where we dare to show our faces in the wider world, further bedlam unfolds and we are invariably left exhausted by our weekend and “day of rest”!!
Not All Sunshine And Smiles 