Slice of Life 2020 Day 1: My Love/Hate Relationship with Sunday

On my drive back to Connecticut from Boston this morning, I began thinking about how fitting it is that March and our slicing challenge starts on a Sunday. I began thinking about my relationship with Sunday’s. Sunday’s are for beginnings and sometimes that can feel overwhelming.

They can feel so overwhelming that this feeling has a term; the ‘Sunday scaires.’ Each Sunday, I too seem to experience a few moments of these oh so real ‘Sunday scaries’; moments where I might feel butterflies, feel a little hot, and I might feel my heart begin to beat a little faster as I think about all I have to accomplish in the upcoming week. Sure enough, these feelings all presented themselves this Sunday as I zoomed down the Mass Pike.

As these “scary” thoughts of report card due dates, teaching complimentary angles, and parent meetings surrounded me, I began thinking about when ‘Sunday scaries’ weren’t such a thing for me. Growing up, I loved Sundays. I loved the smell of my Grandma’s homemade pasta sauce and the sounds of all of my aunts, uncles, and cousins catching up about our past week and what was to come in our upcoming week. Over our spaghetti, meatballs and ginger ale, we all conversed and reflected.

With full bellies, we all left Grandma’s feeling ready to take on the week. It was the perfect closing and beginning of each week. While I certainly miss these Sunday pasta nights, I also miss this feeling of reflection and gratitude heading into my week. I think I’m all set with Sunday scaries. I’m heading into March with more Sunday night pasta feelings.

I pulled into my driveway feeling ready to take on the week, ready to take on this new challenge. Thanks Sunday pasta nights, I missed you.

7 thoughts on “Slice of Life 2020 Day 1: My Love/Hate Relationship with Sunday

  1. Your slice made me recall my Sunday night dinners growing up. As a mom, I try to give my children Sunday dinner experiences with grandparents and cousins. Unfortunately, it seems like the minute the dishes are cleared my teenagers return to their rooms and hit the books. Happy Slicing!

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  2. It sounds like you just might be reviving an old tradition. I too have mixed memories of Sunday. I remember the ticking of the 60 minutes TV show my parents watched and the long nights of school work. I try to keep them balanced for my kids, but it isn’t easy. I love this line: With full bellies, we all left Grandma’s feeling ready to take on the week. It was the perfect closing and beginning of each week. Look forward to connecting this month.

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  3. Sunday didn’t seem as scary when we weren’t in the working world. You could use this post as an awesome mentor text for the Power of Three. (Just saying– you have a bunch in here, and you might not even realize it!)

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  4. “Heading into March with more Sunday night pasta feelings” – what a fabulous descriptor! The “Sunday scaries” is also a captivating phrase for the dread of all that an upcoming week can hold. One thing I’ve learned about the daily writing challenge is that so many memories stir again, like these of your family dinners. I also love “Sundays are for beginnings.” It’s so true.Here’s to surprises (good ones!) that lie ahead this week.

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  5. Welcome to the challenge. Can’t wait to hear about your new Sunday view. Perhaps you’ll find a Sunday sauce recipe for your crockpot, read a Sunday night intention, maybe Maria Shrivers insta, and write about your plans for the week or the end of the weekend.

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