Shouldn't Sunday mornings be one of the most delicious times of the week? A chance to kick back, enjoy some peace and quiet, do some contemplating - all that jazz?
Well, I am growing to loathe them. I quite enjoy my own company - I certainly like not being accountable to someone else, and there's a lot to be said for the harmony that exists in my house when it is just me. But the novelty is starting to wear thin.
The day is stretching ahead of me with nothing planned. Yes, there's a lot of things I could be doing and a few I should be doing. There's always a friend to visit, some housework to do, a bit of office work to complete. But eeww, that is NOT how I want to be spending every child-free Sunday.
As my single friends continue to couple-up (three more became partnered this week for goodness sake!), the pool of people also with yawning Sunday gaps is shrinking.
As for all that well meaning stuff from the smug-couples about how lucky I am to get all that free time?