Dread your job or just sad the weekend is over? Apparently my H has never experienced the Sunday night phenomenon of dread about going to his job on Monday. I told him we've all been there. He is just having a rough time at work recently. Geez, he is 41 years old and this must be his first totally sucky job. I've hated Sunday nights a thousand times over.
I guess I should go join him in the shower to cheer him up.
Post by 2boys2danes on Oct 14, 2012 20:15:16 GMT -5
Funny... I actually tell my H every week that "I have a bad case of the Sunday nights"....have a hard time getting to sleep, etc. Odd thing is that I totally love my job and have been there for 13 years and plan to retire there, literally... so its not that. But I still get them.....
I'm this way after a busy weekend. I despise going back to work if I never had a chance to rest and relax. On the slow, housebound weekends I am usually bored enough to enjoy the concept of work.
This exactly, except I work from home (in-home daycare), so my Sundays are often spent cleaning, getting groceries, lesson planning, and getting stuff ready for the week. I sometimes start dreading Monday on Saturday, since Sunday isn't really all that relaxing.
Post by penguingrrl on Oct 14, 2012 20:24:46 GMT -5
I've hated Sunday evenings since high school. Nothing worse than the weekend ending. Even as a SAHM our weeks are so hectic that Sunday night is a drag, especially because DH works long hours.
Not until I started hating my job. Before that it was like "oh darn, weekend's over." But once my job became ridiculous I would get seriously depressed every Sunday evening.
I like my job, but it's stressful and Sunday night means I'm just one sleep closer to going back and dealing with all the stress, and that bums me out.
Did he never get bummed about going back to school on Monday either? I think it was worse in school, and I was a total school loving nerd.
Post by Doggy Mommy on Oct 14, 2012 20:43:46 GMT -5
It's getting a little better, but I absolutely get it. A few weeks ago I cried on a Sunday night because I was dreading work so much. I didn't have the Sunday Blues for the last several years because I was extremely comfortable in my job and loved (most) of my co-workers. I switched schools this year, and while it was the right move for me, the change has been tough.
It was way worse in high school. I liked school, but I really hated Mondays.
I don't get the blues now unless I know I have a really busy week. I hate looking ahead and knowing I don't have any significant home time for several days.
I actually like the structure of class and learning new material. I HATE HATE HATE going home and studying that same material for hours on end.
this leads to friday blues, lol. sundays are great for me - time with SO in the evening and I know the 13 hour stretches of rereading material are coming to an end.
Post by ellipses84 on Oct 14, 2012 21:45:11 GMT -5
Yes, and you know your job sucks when they start creeping into Sunday morning and Saturday night. I think a little bit of that feeling is normal even if you love your job, because weekends are fun and relaxing and all work can be boring or stressful at times. With a kid, I spend so much time Sunday night prepping for all of the things I won't have time to do, just to make the weekdays more manageable.
Yes - my friends and I started calling it the "Sunday Slump" in college and that moniker has stuck. DH knows to give me my space on Sunday nights, where I can just chill and enjoy myself before the week begins again.
What really gets to me is when I'm sitting at work and waiting for the weekend, and then get bummed because I realize I'm essentially just trying to speed my life along.
Hardcore. I take a tylenol pm (or occcasionally something stronger) to get myself to fall asleep Sunday night. Otherwise I'll be up for hours staring at the ceiling dreading the morning.
For some reason I fell right asleep without medication or anxiety last night. Wonder why that could be.
I don't usually, I am very good at disconnecting from work. DH on the other hand gets hit hard every week! It's not even that he hates his job, but the pressures of what he needs to do creep up Sunday afternoon and usually put a damper on our Sunday nights.