When I was a kid it started. I hated Sunday evenings because it meant early bed and school the next day. Then when I was in college Sunday afternoon became catch up day on my homework. When my kids were young and I was divorced I had to have them back to their "mother" Sunday evenings. In recent years I dreaded the pressures of my job and could feel it as early as Sunday afternoon - the end of the weekend. I shouldn't feel like that now because I don't have a 9-5 job so it's just another day. Still, Sundays are still a crescendo of depression. I just feel an impending sense of doom with the end of the weekend and the upcoming week.
Is it like this for everyone? I hope there's some people out there that actually enjoy Sundays, even if they have to work some.
