Sunday Night Blues (noun):
the unpleasant feeling teachers get starting around 6pm on Sunday evenings when they stop denying they have to grade more papers, input more grades, and write more lesson plans for the next week. Similar to the Sisyphus myth, we open up our ginormous teaching bags, grade all of the papers, feel accomplished, only for the folders to be refilled in time for the next weekend. Repeat from September through June. Sunday Blues are accompanied by a pit in your stomach, an extra glass of wine, and/or a bowl of ice cream.
I love my teaching gig and I also get the Sunday Blues. In fact, I thought yesterday was Sunday and got really bummed out, only for my husband to remind me it was Saturday evening. Cha ching! But here I am, facing the glamorous work of inputting progress reports. Taking a cue from FRiend, writer and transformational coach-in-training, Suzie at Bichovsky’s Universe, I’m going to take back my Sundays at least once a month with a light-hearted post. So stay tuned for my first Sunday Funday post in honor of #maythefourthbewithyou.
Fellow writer-teachers and fellow writers, let’s start Sunday Funday posts on your blogs to start the week of with some smiles! Contact me if you want to guest post here or let us know if you are Sunday Funday posting on your blog.