Sunday night

It’s Sunday night. I still get that weird Sunday night “feeling.”  It’s the same Sunday night feeling from high school when I realized the fun weekend was over. My parents would tell me to get off the phone and I would be sitting in my bedroom all alone doing homework. It’s the same Sunday night feeling from college when I would be in my dorm room waiting for my roommate to get back from a weekend visiting her boyfriend.  The dining hall was closed so I would be eating Ooodles of Noodles from a Styrofoam cup trying to study.  It’s the same Sunday night feeling from my days working in an office.  I would lay in the bed with my hubbie watching TV or reading a magazine, just wishing we had ONE MORE DAY to hang out.  It’s a mix of anxiety, sadness, and anticipation of the week ahead.  I always thought it was a school thing.  Then I thought it was a work thing.  But it’s a stay-at-home mom thing too.  It’s the feeling that I’m not prepared for another busy week of scheduled activities and unknown toddler occurrences.  It’s that weird “calm before the storm” feeling.  It’s Sunday night.