Do Sundays feel pointless to you? Or do they feel different than other days...to you in any way?

Sundays make me sad. Mostly because they’re followed by Mondays.

I hate Sundays cause Mondays always come next!

Jinx. Someone now owes me a soda

@Saturated_Brain Damn you!!!!

Sunday feels fine to me. After morning church and a relaxing lunch… there is time spent socializing in the evening. I love Sunday.

In my experience, it was difficult living without a social ritual such as I had when I was a churchgoer.

Also, my friend, a Frankl disciple, used to talk about Sunday Neurosis, which I’ve lost understanding of over the years, but I’m sure it applies.

Normally, it’s an anxious day for me (but aren’t they all). It means Dad is going to cook steak on the charcoal grill for dinner—so whenever I get a whiff of a backyard grill suddenly it’s Sunday. It also used to be a laundry and ironing day for me which took so long that I’d have to rent some inane movie that I could watch but not pay attention to to keep me going.

Nowadays, Sundays aren’t as bad. My suggestion is to give yourself time and multiple chances to get it right. Maybe start your own Sunday ritual that involves socializing with other lost sheep, having a nature excursion, or just sitting somewhere like a great park and watching life take its turn. Recognize, too, that connection to others and to whatever you regard as a universal creator is always available too you. Just be open and receptive to its energy.

My body is livin’ off of The Unemployment Clock. That is, every day feels like a Sunday. You know that panicky feeling, knowing tomorrow is Monday?

That one, just every day. For all eternity.

Crap, I wanted to get my response in before Kev. He tends to overshadow me ;_;

@Grisaille I know the feeling :)

Sorry, guys. I’m fluther bingeing of late. Won’t last forever.

For a stay at home worker, every day is exactly like every other day. There is no such thing as a weekend, no holidays, no vacation. Even a trip out of town still requires the same amount of work as every other day.

@YARNLADY : I’m a homemaker right now and it doesn’t feel that way to me. Sunday is a day I have my fella home with me so we can do something together then. It’s often a movie day.

Certain stores are too busy to go to on the weekend. Restaurants open late and close early. It’s a day to sleep in or mow the lawn and not a day for strict plans. It can be cookout day or leftover day if something else is going on.

Well I work Wednesday through Sunday; So Sundays are actually my Fridays; Whereas Tuesdays are my Sundays. I’m so confused.

Anyway, current job aside, I very much miss the Sunday rituals of my youth. We didn’t attend church (lapsed, hypocritical Catholics), but we did a series of things that revolved around the weekly (extended) family dinner.

Trip to the bread store, read the Sunday paper, socialize with aunts, uncles, grandparents.

Now while I have fond memories of this, my mother described Sundays as nothing but stressfull. She hated to cook and disliked many of the relatives. So it’s a matter of perception I suppose.

PS: I lurve @Kevbo’s advice.

@kevbo Sunday Neurosis…Brilliant! I totally understand what you are saying…went to playmates this morning and just enjoyed being with my son… and it was lovely…playing, seeing him happy, doing something for him… but it still feels like I’m…waiting for something to happen… odd

@Grisaille being a stay at home Mum, every day probably should feel the same to me, but I do have to take my son to nursery some weekday mornings, which enables me to study…so there is some discipline during the weekdays…. Of course I could just make my Sunday the same kind of a day that a weekday would be like… but I guess there is something inside of me that says I should be enjoying myself and relazing, doing “fun” stuff… but it just doesn’t seem to be fun…

maybe I’ve just not found my fun yet….

I love Sunday when It’s race day, or football day… and when it’s both I’m in heaven.

I have Sundays off from work every other week and I’ve always viewed it as a day to relax, catch up on things, spend time with family, or do some activities that I’ve been putting off for a while. It’s been years since I’ve attended a church service on Sunday and I don’t really associate that day with religious purposes or attendance anymore. I’m like @Jack_Haas also in that I love being able to catch sporting events like football and the final day of PGA tournaments on Sundays.

I suppose there’s a fine line seperating a weekend day from a weekday but I tend to usually look forward to all my weekends more than I look forward to facing each work week ahead.

The only differences I notice on Sunday are the T.V. schedule and stores closing early.

Sundays have a lot of point. Laundry, making enough meals so we can take them for lunch for a while, processing the stuff I picked up Saturday at the Farmers’ Market, garden upkeep, homework during the school year, sleeping in later than 6am, and, of course, Fluther for those in-between moments.

Sundays are usually the days when my oldest’s bio-dad comes to get him for a bit so I know that I can spend more time than usual with my infant…also the days I can get most cover letters done and go to Blockbuster

To me Sundays are for:
Being lazy in the sun
Recovering from hangovers
Brunches
Family
and the occasional farmers market, or festival

Since I’m in school 24/7 with no breaks whatsoever, Sundays feel like every other day, yet more hectic because I have large assignments due then.

@kevbo You can “fluther binge” anytime – it’s always intersting to hear your responses.

I rather like Sundays, nicely laid back, no pressing issues, usually, and I can get my hands dirty in a few of my hobbies. I can also Fluther with no restrictions. Of course, this Sunday I am working a partial shift guarding Big Green, but its a little bit of OT. The extra money will help pay off my debt to the shrink.

I love Sundays because it’s usually my “do absolutely nothing” day. ^_^ But I guess it’s mostly a perception sort of thing. Depends on what your Sundays are typically made of, if it has any special (religious) meaning for you, etc. Sundays are whatever you make them out to be. Could just be like any other day, if that’s how you roll.

Being Jewish, I never had a religious affiliation with Sunday. I just see it as a slower day and try not to schedule too much in it. This morning, I read the Times, watered my hanging baskets, hung a load of laundry on the line, and am now Fluthering. This afternoon, we may go to a farmer’s market, take a walk in a park and get ice cream.
I like Sundays!

My Sundays tend to be filled with just as much activities and work as the other days of the week.

The only problem? Everyone else is driving too slowly!

Sunday is my only guaranteed day off from work. Not only that but my wife and kids are home with me too. So you see, it’s not useless to me.

Sunday’s do feel different to me.

I knew Sunday’s werent just another Saturday. And it got me back in church and totally changed my life.

Interesting quote for author unknown “Our Grandfathers called it The Holy Sabbath, our Fathers called it The Sabbath, and we call it Sunday.”

Things have changed. I try to honor it like my grandfather.

Sunday is just another day to me. I work an odd schedule (three on, three off), so my schedule rotates through the week. Sometimes I work Sunday, sometimes I don’t. When I’m off work, I consider whatever days those happen to be as my weekend.

Sunday is the day I scramble to complete everything I should have done on Saturday. It’s my catch-up day.

I think that Kris Kristofferson said it the best:

Well I woke up Sunday morning,
With no way to hold my head that didn’t hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn’t bad,
So I had one more for dessert.
Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes,
And found my cleanest dirty shirt.
An’ I shaved my face and combed my hair,
An’ stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.

I’d smoked my brain the night before,
On cigarettes and songs I’d been pickin’.
But I lit my first and watched a small kid,
Cussin’ at a can that he was kicking.
Then I crossed the empty street,
‘n caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin’ chicken.
And it took me back to somethin’,
That I’d lost somehow, somewhere along the way.

On the Sunday morning sidewalk,
Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
‘Cos there’s something in a Sunday,
Makes a body feel alone.
And there’s nothin’ short of dyin’,
Half as lonesome as the sound,
On the sleepin’ city sidewalks:
Sunday mornin’ comin’ down.

In the park I saw a daddy,
With a laughin’ little girl who he was swingin’.
And I stopped beside a Sunday school,
And listened to the song they were singin’.
Then I headed back for home,
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin’.
And it echoed through the canyons,
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.

On the Sunday morning sidewalk,
Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
‘Cos there’s something in a Sunday,
Makes a body feel alone.
And there’s nothin’ short of dyin’,
Half as lonesome as the sound,
On the sleepin’ city sidewalks:
Sunday mornin’ comin’ down.

Unfortunately, Sunday is the equivalent of Monday here in the Middle East. Our weekend is Friday and Saturday…so I hate Sundays here.

I like Sunday because it is the one day my husband and I make sure we have nothing planned so we can spend some QT together. Also Sunday is Pho-day for dinner. But I don’t like Sunday night for obvious reasons.

Blondesjon – I was thinking of that song, too. As a kid, I would always get kind of anxious on Sunday nights, especially around the time that I would hear the “tick tick tick” for the beginning of “60 Minutes” on TV. Kids were mean to me and so I did not want to go back to school the next day. These days, sometimes I feel a little blah if I do not have plans with folks on a Sunday, but I try to either do work or take myself out as a “tourist.” Also, because I observe the Jewish sabbath on Saturdays, Sunday is my “chore day.”

I like Sundays. In fact, since I retired, I like most days.

To me Sundays always meant wearing your pajamas until noon and not feeling guilty about it.
Eating biscuits and gravy with eggs over easy and not feeling guilty about it.
Watching a Twilight Zone marathon and not feeling guilty about it.
Sitting in the pool for two hours and not feeling guilty about it.
Eating a sundae with too much fudge and not feeling guilty about it.

I love sundaes Sundays!

Just one day out of the week that I don’t beat myself up.

@jonsblond : Whoa! Sounds like you need to work on not beating yourself up in general. Why should it be only Sundays?

@cyndyh edit: Sunday. The one day that I do whatever I want because taking care of myself the other 6 days is such hard work! I deserve the reward. :)

Gotcha. :^>

Sunday does have its own feel, but I feel like it’s definitely diminished since I’m not in high school anymore and “weekend” behavior and activities aren’t necessarily restricted to weekends anymore.

Sunday = Sunday Dinner: link
Aside from that it’s the same as any other day as far as i’m concerned.

i love sundays, unless it’s during the school year, because i know that i’ll have tons of homework to not do that night. (well, it usually gets done, but not until my night-of-fluther is done)

sundays are pretty awesome though in general. i have a lovely sunday routine that only takes like 10 minutes, but sets the tone for the day. i wake up (slow!), open the curtains (hoping it’s not raining per usual), get up and make my coffee, wash my face and whatnot, then sit down (only when it’s quiet and i’m not being rushed) to read postsecret, and then asofterworld.
i used to check asofterworld daily, but now i try to put it off until sunday, because it makes the day that much better.
during the school year, very few of my friends actually do anything on sunday, but sometimes my one friend will call me and be like, “let’s do something”, and we go somewhere completely random. last time we went to bass pro shop, though i don’t fish (or even eat them for that matter). but it was a good time. (:

Sundays do feel different to me usually. Bittersweet for obvious reasons.
But now (drumroll please) I don’t have to worry because for the next few weeks, my hubby’s Mondays, along with mine are totally free other than school! WOOT WOOT! So Sunday’s are kind of the new Saturday now for us.
My Mom always said Sunday was the Lord’s Day, the day of rest. It was our guilt free-lazy day. Although her religious views are goofy, I still hold true to the Sunday rule. I do what I want, that’s it. Sometimes we would go to church but usually it meant seeing people we couldn’t stand so we tried to avoid it. For others in my family, it meant spending half the day preparing a meal and the other half cleaning it. That’s not for me. That’s what holidays are for. (Since you’re miserable already miserable the majority of the time anyway.)

oh;...here we go…its a comin’ round again…

Sundays are the transition from weekend to week that keeps many of us sane.

Though for nearly a decade I fell into a slight depression the moment that week’s X-Files episode ended.

Sundays are before Mondays and I always want to sleep in but I can’t