grumpy sundays

Sundays have always been difficult for me. I tend to be sad or feel alone on Sundays, especially Sunday afternoons. There are exceptions, of course, but the general rule would be if it's a Sunday, Mopey must be grumpy and sad.

I can only theorize why...I believe I have associated Sundays with sad experiences in my life. Sad but not necessarily bad experiences.

As a grade student I hated Sundays because it meant tomorrow will be Monday, when school becomes the focus of my week.

As a high school student, I dreaded Sundays because it meant leaving home for science high school.

As a kid, I hated Sundays because Dad will be leaving us to work at a remote area and we have no idea when he's going to back, although it seemed certain that next Saturday he'll come home to stay for another night.

I've had too many heart break episodes on Sundays. I won't even attempt to enumerate, but it seems they all happen more on Sundays than any other day of the week.

Nowadays I try not to dwell on the madness of Sundays. It helps that I have my friends to turn to, spending time with them over dinner and coffee. So on Sundays I seek my friends for a get-together, a little chat and a quick massage. I am happy I have you guys.

And recently, in addition to my Sunday remedy for sadness and grumpyness, I have Broody. I look forward to sharing cupcakes and watching dog walkers at Boni High Street, conversing about matters of our lives, our fears and insecurities, our hopes and dreams, and even little things too mundane to write about here. We may not be totally in synch with everything (who is?) but at least we talk about it openly.

And even though we sometimes snap and say things we didn't really mean but say anyway because we are too tired, too lazy or too weary, we can always look forward to hearing the other side and understanding each other, forgiving and being forgiven, and loving each other more each passing day.