Sunday is definitely, and has always been, my preferred day of the week. When I express this to others, they often perceive me as being peculiar. While many individuals prefer Friday or Saturday, Sunday has always held a superior charm for me.
Sundays are characterized by a pleasant and relaxing routine. It is a day when I don’t have any obligations as most of the weekly “chores” like laundry, grocery shopping, and house cleaning have been finished on Saturday. Therefore, Sunday becomes the perfect day for relaxation, as all the burdensome tasks for the week are already accomplished.
Despite my belief in God, I do not go to church, so there is no rush to start the day on Sundays. However, as a “morning person,” I usually wake up by 7:30 AM at the latest.
Our Sunday routine at home is fairly consistent. Typically, Mike heads out to purchase a Chicago Tribune newspaper and some donuts, or we opt to make breakfast ourselves. Personally, I take pleasure in reading the paper while enjoying a leisurely morning meal. Following that, I happily dedicate my time in the kitchen preparing lunch for both my parents and us. Cooking is an activity I find enjoyable and it also allows me to strengthen my bond with my parents.
In the afternoon, I often spend a considerable amount of time on my computer. It enables me to catch up on unread blogs from the week and browse the internet, which brings me immense joy and fulfillment.
Dinner usually consists of take-out or, if Mike and I are feeling really motivated, we might make a nice dinner on Sunday night together. This is nice because on week nights I am typically in charge of dinner since I am home so much earlier than Mike. After dinner we usually watch a movie or TV series that we have rented from Netflix and head to bed early. A Sunday at home always leaves me feeling refreshed and ready to start the week. If we aren’t home, we are usually at Mike’s.
