There is a weekly happening in the Anderson home fondly (maybe that's the wrong word) referred to as the "Sunday night blues." The sudden remembrance of some big English project due the next day, the dread of the coming workweek, and the realization that you never got back to your teacher about that one assignment all play into the overall feeling of Sunday night.
It starts at about 6:30. I have been looking at the clock for about an hour, trying to decide whether or not I have enough time to wait awhile longer. I break down and decide to confess to my parents.
"So... momma? I may or may not have an English project due tomorrow. That I haven't started yet. And I haven't finished my book." I usually throw in a cheesy grin to lighten the darkness I know will be coming my way.
After a pause, "Kyle. Are you serious?" I feign ashamedness. "Okay. Well. You better get crackin'."
And we're off to the races. My sister participates in a similar fashion and the blues begin. What are your Sunday nights like?
It starts at about 6:30. I have been looking at the clock for about an hour, trying to decide whether or not I have enough time to wait awhile longer. I break down and decide to confess to my parents.
"So... momma? I may or may not have an English project due tomorrow. That I haven't started yet. And I haven't finished my book." I usually throw in a cheesy grin to lighten the darkness I know will be coming my way.
After a pause, "Kyle. Are you serious?" I feign ashamedness. "Okay. Well. You better get crackin'."
And we're off to the races. My sister participates in a similar fashion and the blues begin. What are your Sunday nights like?