Battling Sunday night dread and blahs!

For years, I've suffered from a serious case of Sunday night dread. You know, what to do with that evening, with the feeling that another week has ended, that another week, another Monday are around the corner....It wasn't just the case of Monday blues and a job dissafisfaction (on the whole, I've like my jobs so far), but more of this deeper existentialist sense of another week is beginning, of where is my life going, ......

I've got to say, since I've gotten married three years ago (well, really a year and a half ago, but we moved into the house three years ago) and especially since Mr. Meh was born a year ago, this sense of Sunday night dread has abated a bit (although I'm as anxious as ever as to what am I doing professionally, where is my professional life going, whether I'm achieving my goals -- no --, what are my goals,.....). I guess Andy and I are feeling the sense of Sunday night dread together and the dread has been downgrated to blahs.

So tonight, I had a marvelous idea. We've both been sick for the last 5, 6 days and in the meantime, the house started to look really, well, untidy. So tonight, we got this post-sickness surge to clean the house, and not just to vaccuum and sweep the floors and rugs, but do projects that have been on the list of to do things, such as cleaning out the garage. And since we were doing it together, we got a lot of accomplished in unison and the whole chore aspect really didn't seem to matter.

This got me thinking. We have to be at home after 7 pm anyway, as Mr. Meh is in bed. So instead of watching TV on Sunday night (there is always another Buffy or Angel or Law and Order episode to watch), we can clean the house and cook a week's worth of healthy meals, while enjoying ourselves over wine.

Granted, it's usually Andy who does the cooking. (I'm the cleaner upper). But instead of doing it after work, after he walks Mariposa, why not do a big batch of food on Sunday night that we just have to heat up during the week.

Yes, I know this is quite a novel idea, one that has never been suggested by any of the housekeeping or women's magazines, but this time I've actually found a good personal reason why try to implement this. I end up cleaning the house at night anyway, because I hate to spend day time doing it (because they it really feels like a chore), so why not make a Sunday night out of it.

It would be much more productive and efficient, and it would definitely beat the Sunday night blahs.