Sunday nights are amazing

Yesterday evening (Sunday), I was able to take advantage of the sinking sun and the subsiding temperatures to put in some work on getting my winter vegetable garden ready. Again, this would never have happened while I was working. Sunday evenings were for pulling together preparations for Monday morning!

**PS - I didn't watch 60 minutes, but I have been struck at how many on this forum heard that ticking clock as the guillotine to the weekend.
 
Agree. For a while, I felt weird on Sunday nights. Now, every day is pretty much the same. Still kind dislike garbage day because I get up early to put my garbage out versus putting it out the night before. But hey, that’s just one day where I have to get up early and it’s for 15 minutes, not 8 hours or worse including traffic. Bring on Monday! I’ll be sleeping in. :)
+2. It took me a while to NOT be a little anxious on Sunday nights. It was sort of automatic, subconscious even when there was nothing particularly pressing about the Monday or week ahead. I’d forgotten that, thanks for the pleasant reminder. :flowers:
 
+2. It took me a while to NOT be a little anxious on Sunday nights. It was sort of automatic, subconscious even when there was nothing particularly pressing about the Monday or week ahead. I’d forgotten that, thanks for the pleasant reminder. :flowers:


Yep. Didn't matter what was on schedule for the week. Trying to remember if Sunday nights were more gut wrenching than Monday mornings. Close call.
 
I have a friend who calls retirement, "the Friday night of life," when every night we go to bed and the next day is Saturday!
 
I just saw a FB post from a current teacher, “the entire month of August is like Sunday night to teachers”. (It’s now Monday morning and I’m lounging around drinking coffee and reading) :)


I can actually relate to that, a bit. I'm not a teacher, and the concept of "summer vacation" really hasn't meant much to me since I graduated college and started w*rking full time. But, I still get a bit excited in the spring when the days get longer and warmer, and by mid-May, which is when final exams usually were during college, some of those old feelings of excitement and freedom would stir up a bit.


I think my concept of time is a bit warped, though. For some reason, to me the part that feels like "Summer" is maybe late May through perhaps the first two weekends in July. There's Independence Day, and then a big classic car show I always go to that's usually the second weekend in July. But then, the rest of July and August, just seem to go by in a blur...even though that's still roughly half of what you'd consider "summer vacation" by college standards, and about 2/3 of it, by elementary/high school standards!


When I retire, I'm really looking forward to the whole "Sunday blah" thing to be done with, but I wonder if the whole "Summer vacation" mentality will ever go away. When you're retired, the whole year should feel like Summer vacation! But, I think the whole idea of the seasons changing, weather getting cooler, daylight getting shorter, etc will always keep that particular rhythm with me. Plus, now I have a new routine that sort of ends the "summer vacation" vibe...closing up the pool in the off season.
 
I still work, but still enjoy Sunday nights...usually having pizza with the family while drinking a beer, or two (with frosted mug), and watching football. I guess I don't get anxious about my job, so it isn't so bad.
 
The Sunday blues, that bottomless sadness experienced by many is exactly what drove me to ER 17 years ago. I absolutely hated that feeling and sure enough ER was the cure.
 
Oh, I have taken full advantage of Sunday night which used to be a nightmare for me. Talk about "High Anxiety"!

Last night met a buddy that was in town. I still have the reaction of "not on Sunday" then I come to my senses. Took our time with dinner and beer. It was so nice.

The other part is weekday get together's. Tonight we're having a dinner party. Four out of six are retired or not working. Starting a bit early due to those having to work the next day. Once a quarter three of us couples get together and have a late night outing. We have a ball not worrying about going to work the next day.
 
What I hated worst about Sundays was travel.

On average about once per month, I had to fly out to be somewhere Monday morning. (I know many have / had much heavier travel schedules!)

Every Sunday afternoon / evening I don't spend in an airport is heavenly.

This was it for me. I traveled a ton at the end of my career and got so sick of Sunday or Monday morning flights. I can't even describe the relief of not having to do that anymore.
 
That clock would inspire dread in me. NO MORE!!


It took me a couple years to get over the dread of the 60 Minutes Clock. Now it just reminds me that the next day I can do yard work without a lot of distractions from neighbors or go to a big box store without dealing with parents who think it's cute to let their kid push the shopping cart around a crowded store.
 
Beyond the fact I'm underpaid, and underappreciated :LOL: It's not too bad. I never really have to think too hard about monday's (for now). There have been weeks though.

I feel since I am fairly comfortable (4yrs) at gig and job, not much can surprise me. Sure things change but not that much really, for better or worse.

I feel I am a cog in a large wheel, but hey I have lunch, some challenges to solve, and my kids busy learning while I produce what needs to be done to get them the best lives they can have.

Terrible word, that four letter w*rk! I will unfortunately have to spend around 60% of the next 12 years showing up and paying into SSI.

2688 more w*rkdays but whose counting.
 
I'm 3 years and a few months into this retirement gig. I have had a place on a lake for 15 years, which is now my home. Back in my w*rking life I would start thinking about heading home sometime during the mid-afternoon on Sunday. Now I watch the sun set on the lake, watch the boats cruising around, many heading for their slips so the owners can head back for the w*rk week...I sigh a big "ahhhhh".
Just last night I was appreciating my good fortune, as I sipped a cold G&T.
 
This was it for me. I traveled a ton at the end of my career and got so sick of Sunday or Monday morning flights. I can't even describe the relief of not having to do that anymore.
Same here; last 2-3 years was almost 100% travel. Lived in Maryland and all my work was in the Midwest and Europe. Never tired of what the job was but the travel just killed it. Also one of the reasons we travel very little in retirement.
 
What I hated worst about Sundays was travel.

On average about once per month, I had to fly out to be somewhere Monday morning. (I know many have / had much heavier travel schedules!)

Every Sunday afternoon / evening I don't spend in an airport is heavenly.



Almost always left on Sunday for Americas or Europe. Asia? Saturday! :mad:

I traveled about 40 weeks each year. Some trips were 2-4 weeks duration. While I dreaded the airport, going to office was worse (I was almost a stranger there.)**

* * Cube often relocated by surprise. Docking station, monitor and office supplies routinely purloined. Not aware that entire department relocated to a different building on campus. Access badge inactivated by security due to non-usage.
 
It took me 12 month to get used to this retirement life physically and mentally, now I am 16 month into it, it starting to sinking in.
On the fly back from Hawaii vacation last Sunday, I realized that I didn't have those dread feelings that I need to go back to work next day, I could glide into relaxation and continuing vacation mode.
Last night, me and spouse went for a walk. Spouse was surprised that I went for a walk on Sunday evening, actually I was surprised too.
It was a good feeling:)
I am slowly but surely get used to this retirement life
 
I love not worrying about the clock or getting to sleep on Sunday nights anymore.
I haven't watched 60 minutes in a long time, but the sound of that clock never leaves your head once its there!!

Dh and I went to local Costco yesterday to meet DD and SIL to purchase things/gifts for upcoming baby. Loved the reason for the shopping spree, but not the crowds. DH commented while we were getting back in the car, "This is why we don't leave the house on weekends":LOL:
 
That clock would inspire dread in me. NO MORE!!
Yeah same here! I hated it! I see now I was not the only one.

But I had stopped watching 60 minutes before we retired, so at least I didn't have to hear the dreaded clock anymore.

When we were flying back from our first "vacation" after retiring, it felt so strange that I wasn't going back to work the next day or two. I had to keep reminding myself of it. It was really hard to believe.
 
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I felt the same way for about a year or so after I retired. Now, after 9+ years, I have a hard time remembering what day it even is anymore.......they're all equally awesome :)



Exactly!!! It’s only been 4 yrs for me but Sunday Night Terror Syndrome played a big part in me going off the payroll at 59.
 
* * Cube often relocated by surprise. Docking station, monitor and office supplies routinely purloined. Not aware that entire department relocated to a different building on campus. Access badge inactivated by security due to non-usage.

This cracked me up. One time I lost a whole office due to a long work trip. I have some years left to go but until I'm done I lock my door when I go out of town. :LOL:
 
Sunday night 6 pm EST is my favorite time of the week, as the Futures markets begin their trading for the week!:dance:
 
Sundays are now Go-Go days, fun from start to finish as we try and squeeze in as many weekend-type activities in as we can. Mondays, conversely, we relish as recovery time from the weekend!
 
Yep, this is something I hadn't expected. I didn't know that my blood pressure was going up on Sunday nights until after I retired and discovered that it wasn't going up anymore.

I was talking to a newer retiree recently and he brought up the same thing.
 
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