What a way to start a week…
Raise your hand if you suffer from Sunday night insomnia.
Are we so used to passing out exhausted after working all day that two days of doing nothing (aka: grocery shopping, laundry, vaccuuming, lawn work, socializing, hobbies, reading and watching telly) screws us over so much so that we can’t fall asleep? I was up until at least 2am last night (which was when I stopped checking the clock). Even Portia, tired of my tossing and turning, was like, ‘Do you mind? I’m trying to get some shut eye here!’ Is it because we don’t want the weekend to end? Some studies have even suggested that Catholics suffer the most from this Sunday night insomnia as they ponder with copious amounts of guilt all the things they didn’t get completed on the weekend.
All I know is, it’s a crummy way to start my week.