Sunday - day of rest?

If it is supposed to be a day of rest...how come I work my butt off on Sunday? How did I get it so wrong?

I mean really, nothing like a cuppa tea, sitting outside in the backyard with the warm sun and chirping birds for company...that would be ideal. Instead,  I am indoors, cooking meals, cleaning and more cleaning and the only company I have is the sound of the vaccum cleaner, the pressure cooker, the washing machine -  it just doesnt stop.

So one would think, why am I cooking so many meals...well, I like to freeze stuff for the week, so that after an eight hour work day,  I dont have to come back and do it. Also, I pack stuff for my son, so that he will have food while he is at university, till he comes home again at the weekend.

I know, I know, he is 21, he should be cooking his own meals. Well he makes a great pizza, but I rather he focus his time on studying and becoming an Engineer to reckon with, rather than waste time chopping onions, garlic and the endless ingredients we require for our meals.

I guess I just needed to vent. It is alright, I will get by. I have learnt that music helps, so above all the other noises, I turn on the music, light, romantic stuff, to soothe me and I get through another Sunday.

Needless to say, by the end of the day, I am ready to drop - oh the joys of being a woman!!