Sundays and grilled cheese sandwiches

Why is it so easy to get irritated on Sundays? Why is it so hard to get out of bed on Sundays? Why do we feel like yelling at our children and fighting with our spouses on Sundays? Am I the only one that experiences this? Is it just the pressure of another work week looming ahead and knowing tomorrow is back to the grind? Or is it something darker?

And whether or not I go to church, the late afternoon and evening seems to be troublesome. Why is this? What is wrong with me? Am I the only one that wants to high-tail it for the mountains and forget that I’m a wife and Mom on Sundays?

Jaxon is tinkering around on the piano (Baby grand) and it sounds lovely… ahem. Lynn is out hitting a bucket of balls. Samson is snoring at my feet. The dishwasher is running, uniforms are tumbling in the dryer. It’s a regular night. There’s nothing in the world wrong. I should be singing, I should be skipping… I should be HAPPY.


How do I fix this?

I Thessalonians 5:16-18 says, Rejoice always, pray without ceasing, in everything give thanks; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you.

Yikes, there’s my answer.

This is much easier said than done, but here’s my plan. I am going to ask God to lift this funk off of me. I’m going to thank God for His goodness, His mercy, and His immeasurable blessings in my life. Then I’m going to make grilled cheese sandwiches for my boys, because everyone knows that grilled cheese sandwiches are truly medicinal. They are a tonic for the soul, they are soothing to the bones, they are cream cheese frosting on carrot cake. They make me happy.

Tums will come next…