Aren’t Sundays awesome? It’s amazing how differently I think about them now that I’m an adult. (I am too!) When I was a kid, Sunday meant that Monday—and another week of school—started tomorrow and that was always a real downer. So not only did I dread Monday, but I also started to hate Sunday because of it was Monday’s neighbor. But that was then—I’m a lot more mature now. (I am too!)
These days, Sundays rule. I learned a while ago that the secret to life is getting up early on the weekends. Sure, sleeping-in is fun, but when I wake up at noon and realize that half the day is gone, I end up feeling like I snoozed away the days that are especially designed to recharge and have fun. Granted, I like sleep…no, make that I love sleep, but it seems like such a waste to do it in the morning in my bed when I can do it later in the afternoon on the couch. And we all know that “nap sleep” is twice as relaxing as nighttime sleep. It has something to do with the moon and tides.