Sunday Night Stress
It's only the first Sunday night of the school year, and already the stress turns on like a switch. Promptly at 5pm, I feel unbelievably overwhelmed by lunches ("NO! I don't want a peanut butter sandwich tomorrow!"), different requests for different dinners (which I no longer really accommodate), stray undone laundry (even though I have been doing laundry all weekend!), bath-times, tired children (didn't we have a relaxing day today?), empty cupboards (how did I just come back from the market and be fresh out of butter?), and all the rest.... I feel like screaming "Calgon! Take me away."
My partner has previously called me out on what a bitch I can be on a Sunday evening. Even on Mothers Day, after a completely glorious day wherein the kids agreed to my every whim, once the clock turned to 5pm, I turned into a completely sour, rotten, moldy, and dilapidated pumpkin. It's terrible, I know, but I have too much on my mind to prevent my spontaneous combustion.
Do you experience the same Sunday night stress? Do you have some excellent tips to combat the condition?