Sundays are the worst day of the week for me. As it is for most people. But Sunday isn’t a bad day for me emotionally because tomorrow is Monday and I have to go to work. My job is nothing important, I have no responsibilities at this point but to show up everyday. Truth be told, I’m not sure why I’m so blah on Sunday’s. I don’t want to do shit on Sunday’s. I don’t want to talk to anyone, I don’t want to move from my bed on Sundays. And it’s worse when it’s 28degrees outside.
I just told my son to practice his trombone. He hasn’t practiced since Wednesday. I told him that it’s his responsibility to be motivated to practice to get better at playing and I was only going to remind him once. I set a timer to start practicing in one hour. The timer went off... two hours later I still don’t hear the deafening sound of my 11 yr old playing off key in the living room. I ask him why he hasn’t started practicing. He says he doesn’t feel like it. I think hmph, I don’t feel like doing a lot of shit today either but I don’t tell him that. I say well I understand that... Mommy needs to go to Walmart, right? He responds yes, we’re running out of food. I agree and tell him but I don’t feel like it. He laughs and says but I have to cause I’m his mom. I agree and remind him he has to practice because he’s a trombone player. He gets it.
I needed that reminder and lesson too. There’s so much shit I don’t feel like doing today, but I’m mom and I have to. I guess it’s time to get out of this bed and start adulting. I still hate this shit though.