I can remember a time when I did not like Sunday evenings. It felt like they were a soft start to the work week. We would fold laundry, make meals for the week, often watch bit of TV. All of the energy from the weekend seemed to be gone and we were resting up and preparing for the week. And I always remember really, really not likely Sunday evening.
Then about 5 years ago, we called it. Both my wife and I acknowledged that we didn’t enjoy Sunday evening and we had no idea why we had fallen into that trap of not treating Sunday nights as part of the weekend.
So, we made a pledge, Sunday nights would be treated as another weekend night, except they finish a bit earlier. So, on Sundays, we will have a drink, have friends over or go out somewhere, and we would do things we normally do on a weekend do something we would normally do on a weekend night.
And what we don’t do – no laundry, no cooking, no TV .. no overtly responsible stuff.
And another thing we do… sex. We pretty much always have sex on Sunday evenings now… just a good way to remind us of the fun and indulgent of the evening.