If any day of the week is a double-edged sword, it has to be Sunday. Those extra, few hours of curling up under your covers is not as relaxing as you would like because of the daily grind of the week creeping in steadily. You might have turned your alarm clock off for one more morning, but that annoying device is wound and ready to irritate your ear drums for the next five ones.
Beside having a love/hate relationship with this particular day, I feel like it is the black sheep of the week. It is still part of the weekend, but it is not appreciated as much as Friday and Saturday. It is weird because you still have to work on Friday, but people see it as crossing the finish line and having that feeling of hundred pounds dropping from their shoulders. Just like the first child, it’s always a shining spot in the family and gets praises such as “TGIF”.
Saturday is obviously the middle child of this dysfunctional group. Usually, I feel like the middle child is the one that is forgotten or the black sheep. However, Saturday is enjoyed as much as or even more than Friday. It is the perfect time of the week to sleep in and not worry when you wake up. You can be productive on this day or just lay on your couch eating Doritos and watching movie marathons. And when Saturday night rolls along, all caution is thrown to the wind. You can stay up all night drinking with your friends or playing Call of Duty until the sun comes up. Either way, you always have one more day of the weekend to fall back on.
And this is where we find ourselves today: Sunday. I guess it is not only the black sheep but also the part of the family where a lot of the work gets pushed to. Friday and Saturday are fun days, where anything goes. However, the end of the weekend always gets to deal with the aftermath of those two. It is the day when people need to clean up after a party, take care of errands they put off, and finish up a project for school or work. A day that is supposed to be for resting has now turned into a time for rushing and stress. And forget about it if it’s football season. Then Sunday really has to hear the whines and complains of others. And what does Sunday get for putting up with all this. It gets no thanks whatsoever, only grief and misery.
Everyone loves their Fridays and Saturdays. They are cool ones from the weekend that like to party and go with the flow of things. They’re always ready for a good time, but sometimes you can’t rely on them. While Sunday is not as glamorous, it is a day that we can count on whenever we need it. And for that, I am thankful it is a part of my week.