Sunday night is my least favorite time of the week. Most weekends, I feel like I have plenty of time to get everything done. So I start off with grand plans. I'm not only going to complete all the schoolwork I have to get done by Monday, but I'm also going to get a head start on the rest of the weeks assignments, plus I'm finally going to get done one or two other home things I've been meaning to do. The world is my oyster.
Friday, hey its just the tippy top beginning of the weekend. I deserve to relax.
Saturday, I start to make some token gestures towards getting things done. I open a word doc, make a very nice heading and commend myself of the good start. I may even do a few little things, like re-organize my sock drawer, that weren't even on my original list. All in all, it would have been nice to get more done, but I still feel decent and hey, I have a full day. I may not get done some of the extras, but I'll make it.
Then Sunday hits and the idea of getting anything done is excruciating. I know I need to start, time is dwindling. But, still, I can wait a little longer. Until finally it's Sunday night and I'm trying to decide whether I should just stay up later or count on an early start to get the bare essentials done in time.
I agree! (As I try in vain to start a 4 page paper that is due tomorrow by 3pm.)
ReplyDeleteSounds just like my life :)
ReplyDeleteThis (along with Alexandra's comment) was a nice thing to read on 11 p.m. Sunday night with 14 unwritten pages ahead of me and a Monday deadline. Thanks and good luck to you whether you are up at 1 a.m. on the East Coast or just a few hours from waking up and trying to get it all done!
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