I think there’s an agelong feud between Sunday nights and sleep. Well, atleast in my world. See me tossing and turning, trying to find sleep last night na. And before I could say Jack, the night was far spent and Monday morning just showed up.
Argghhh! Monday! Like an annoying boss who should be away from the office for a full week calling you to tell you he’s on his way to the office and that his trip was cancelled. He’ll be so excited and you’ll be wondering how someone can be so excited and not have a clue that he’s making your life so unbearable with that amount of energy. You’ll wanna sound like, oh no boss, could you still take the week off all the same, we all need the breather.
Please tell me I am not the only one who doesn’t get much sleep on Sunday nights. For real, the night feels short enough and yet I can’t still get much sleep. To me, I can’t stop thinking like:- so weekend is over lai this and i gats go work tomorrow? There’s this unsettling feeling everytime I remember i have to go to work that makes sleep just a lil farther than my immediate reach.
Nobody should tell me I don’t love my job o. I think I do, the profession atleast. Okay scratch that, I know I do. But I love the weekend rest even more. And Sunday night is a harsh reminder that holiday is over. And I don’t like harsh reminders.
But work we must! These bills don’t sort themselves out for chrissake!