For years Lazy Sunday felt like a tease. Lazy? No. Sundays are stressful. Sundays are waking up after the most amazing dream only to find out that it wasn't real. Sundays are for homework and remembering everything that you have yet to do. Sundays are procrastination and a cry for productivity.
But, honest to God, I have lazy Sundays now. I know that Monday is coming and I must return to work and lists of students and bell schedules, but Sunday suddenly has no pressure. (That's not totally true since I end up typing up lesson plans on Sunday afternoons, but since I've stewed about them for an entire week that has more to do with putting pen to paper.) I sleep in late, which is now a lazy 9:30, and wander upstairs for a decadent breakfast not eaten in ten minutes. Sunday isn't so dreadful when you're not a student.
love,
hannah
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