Every Sunday night, for as long as I can remember - during high school, college, and now, as I am working - an impending sense of dread starts to kick in after the sun sets. I don't want to leave the comfort of a relaxing weekend, in which I spent time with those I love and didn't have to worry about work or school responsibilities, or a set schedule.
I call this fleeting depression the "blahs". It's not that I hated school - because I didn't, or that I don't like working - because I do; it's that I would rather stay home and not have to worry about responsibilities. Wouldn't we all? :)
Taking care of Carina all day every day will certainly not be like the carefree college weekends of old, but I am really looking forward to having our own routine and not having to worry about going to class or frantically trying to meet deadlines. I welcome this change, as I embark on my very last week of work! Come Friday afternoon, I will not have a job (or be in school) for the first time since my summer vacation when I was 14 years old.
So goodbye, Sunday blahs, I hope I won't be seeing you for quite some time!
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| Carina's going to swat away the blahs with her trusty spatula |
Is anyone else plagued by these blahs, or is it just me?
