How the Dread of Mondays Ruined Sundays

It is so ironic that just this past week, a co-worker and I were talking about how wonderful it would be to be able to sleep in on summer mornings. When my kids were young, it was so luxurious to lay in bed until the sun was hot on my face. I would hear each of the kids start to stir. The lazy days of summer. Just once or twice during my period of unemployment, I vow I will experience this feeling.

More than anything, I will not miss that feeling of dread that would come over me on Sunday evenings. The return to the work week. Now, I'll grant you that some degree of this feeling probably cannot be avoided when you are employed. But, more and more lately, it was a profound dread. Indeed, there was a period of time when I looked forward to starting the work week after a weekend, but that was short-lived. So, I know that if I find the right job, and I'm working for the right company and the right manager, my Sundays won't be ruined.