- Pg 92, A Year In Provence, by Peter Mayle
Hey look at that...today IS Sunday! Throughout my childhood, Sunday was the day to look forward to. The day of no school, watching tv, going out, interesting food, a day without routine! Of course Sundays were different. And throughout my worklife, yet again Sundays were sacrosanct. Work may spill over to Saturday, or Saturday was fixing home, doing laundry/shopping etc. day. But Sunday was whatever-you-feel like doing day. The freedom to do whatever you want to...which could even include doing absolutely nothing at all! Oh the freedom of that. When I took a career break and spent time at home, the only thing that marked Sundays was the fact that hubby would also be at home. Sometimes, it felt sad. Of course I loved the fact that now I had freedom to do what I want everyday. But the anticipation, the wait for Sunday, the actual taste of Sunday got diluted. And then I had a baby. And no day was Sunday anymore. But as she turns toddler and is now regularly going to school, I'm getting the Sundays of my childhood back again, albeit this time from a parent's perspective. The lazy morning, the being together, doing something, doing nothing...just a day to be. Sundays were different. Sundays are different. And they will always be followed by Mondays.