Sundays have always been my second least favourite day. Actually, no I would argue that Sunday is by far the worst day of the week.
It marks everything terrible:
- The end of the weekend
- The start of a new work week
- You know when you go to bed on Sunday night you are going to be woke up by a brutally early alarm the next morning
- You also know you won’t get enough sleep, because Sunday’s never bring enough sleep
Need I continue? Sundays are awful. End of story. No questions asked.
For me, this Sunday has been particularly awful because I am exhausted and running on fumes. I worked every single week-day night this week, Saturday morning and Sunday morning. I never got my official “weekend” and I can’t remember the last time I wasn’t woken up by the blaring of my phone alarm.
But, I survived it, because once again it is Sunday night and I am dreading the start of a new week but even more so I am dreading the end of the weekend – even if the last two days barely counted as a weekend by definition.
And alas, although I am exhausted and pushing myself forward with every ounce of energy I can muster up – against the screaming protests of my aching muscles and burning eyes – I am still powering through until I literally collapse into my bed at the end of this awfully long day.
And although the only thing I want to do is go to bed right now at 6:22 p.m. I am trying something new this week to mark the end of my current week and welcome the start of a new one.
I am doing everything in my power to make my Monday better than my Sunday. And then my Tuesday better than my Monday. And so on, until I get the weekend I believe I deserve, which is really only 5 days away, but it feels like years.
Normally on Sunday, especially when I agree to work the morning shifts, I crawl home immediately after and spend the rest of the day napping. This leaves me scrambling every Monday with no clean clothes, nothing prepared for lunch, and no idea where my head is – thankfully it is always connected to my shoulders because if not I would be in serious trouble.
Today I did something different.
When I got home from work, I stripped out of my nasty work clothes that smelled so strongly of horse pee I almost didn’t survive the drive home and I immediately put all my barn clothes – coats included – into the washing machine.
This makes my total loads of laundry equal 4 different loads in 4 days. This is unheard of in my life. But all my clothes are clean – and not even all of my clothes – but I’ve started on my horses wardrobe too.
Then I left again – no napping for this girl. Off to my barn I went spending 2 much needed hours in the sunshine with my favourite four legged fur-baby.
Next a shower – I can’t be certain but I am pretty sure the water that was coming out of my tap was magical because it definitely felt like it after 6 hours with horses today.
At this point my bed was desperately calling my name, and it almost won. Until I realized it was 4 p.m. and although my laundry was ready for the week everything else was definitely not.
So in the last 2 hours I have ran around like a chicken with my head cut off, trying to do everything in my power to make every single work day this week, a little bit less busy and a lot less stressful:
- Grocery store – check
- Dinner in the oven – check
- Meal prep (which I have never done before in my life) for lunches all week – check
- Dishes – check
- Garbage out – check
- Bags packed for tomorrow – check
- Exhausted but extremely productive girl – double check
Now I must get up and finish cooking my dinner before my couch consumes me.
Besides, I still need to find the energy to fold my load of very clean laundry, drive back to my barn to change my horses blankets and get gas.
Wish me luck.