I think I first stumbled upon this term on Barstool, which could be good or bad. But they’re definitely a thing.
Sundays suck, because they mean Monday is just lingering around the corner. And Mondays suck, too. I try not to make myself too anxious on Sundays, knowing that I have a work week waiting for me. I tell myself that I’ve been through it before and acknowledge that Mondays aren’t good for anyone and that I can survive it.
But often times, I find myself getting past the Monday bump in the road and then counting down my work hours until Friday. My hours are pretty flexible, and if I go in early/stay later on some days, I can leave early on Fridays. I’ve been doing that since I started working there almost two years ago; I don’t think I’ve been in the office past 3:00 p.m. on a Friday ever. (I’m normally out around 1:30 p.m.)
The one thing I hate the most, though, is the Monday morning email dump. I don’t check my email outside of work, and I don’t have it on my phone, mostly because I can’t really do much at home without my work computer or access to the server. My favorite mornings are the ones where I check my email and have no new ones waiting, but that rarely happens on a Monday.
I give myself some time to catch up on Mondays and know that I have the whole day ahead of me to tackle what I need to. I always have a running to-do list but have to account for last minute emails about something that needs to be done. For someone who likes order and planning, I’m surprised I’ve been able to handle putting out fires like I have to.
(I also need to find a better way to manage my email inbox.)
So I normally spend my Sundays hanging around the house if I’m not working at the ice cream shop. (It’s been cold, so I haven’t gotten the hours I normally get during the summer.) My anxiety used to be really bad and no doubt would I get myself worked up into a mess, but I’m getting better at handling things out of my control. I can only do what I can, and nothing needs to get done all at once.
How do you handle the Sunday scaries? Are they actually real, or just something in our heads?