Sunday night has arrived to rescue me. I do not like Sundays. Have I ever? Hmm… when I was growing up, we used to go the library on Sunday afternoons, which is something I miss in this weird library-shut-tight-on-Sunday land I live in. Quiet Sunday afternoons with our arms laden with books were a pleasure.

In the current incarnation of my life, I have grown to vehemently dislike Sundays. Chaos. Bored, whiney kids. Conflicting needs to relax, catch up on anything that doesn’t involve work or taking care of the kids or house, and entertain the kids, and, oh yeah, maybe actually have some fun together. Every weekend the tension rises like a thunderhead. The question is always if we can stave off the downpour long enough to reach the refuge of Sunday evening dinner and Simpsons and bedtime.