Sunday Night Blues

You know the feeling, the end of the weekend. I used to get the Sunday night blues much more than I do now, when I was younger, less emotionally stable, more swayed by mood and the people around me. But it still some days it feels like back to the grind. If I only were a morning person, maybe it would be easier. Is it? You morning people tell me? The worst part about thinking of Monday morning is the getting up earlier than I have to on the weekend. I've tried, but my internal clock is just set for late night hours, and 3 out of 4 of our family members are the same. At least I'm not like my in-laws who are opposite - while one is melting and slowly turning into a pumpkin, the other is just getting going and ready for 3 hours of conversation. Something about the weekend is freedom, no responsibility, and looking for fun around every corner, not full of quite so many "have-to's".

So in preparation for another week of, " Do I have to go to school today?" here's a Monday morning pick me up:

Dreaming of summer days when it's not melty and slushy and snowy and wet out.