On sundays and family traditions...

For many years, decades even, I used to abhor sundays. Sundays were the epitome of everything that was wrong in my life. While my friends would spend the day at the club, playing tennis and hanging out, having big family lunches, or watching movies, I would be at home, embedded in my dysfunctional family--barely eating, cleaning after everyone, surrounded by never-ending arguments, no VCR in existence, no phone to speak with my friends and, at least, vicariously experience a nice sunday. Nowhere to go.

Weekends were a monstrosity, because there was no place to hide, and reality would hit me right in my face.

Everything that made me hate sundays is behind what makes me LOVE them now. Sunday is the favorite day of this extraterrestrial rodent, for sooooooo many reasons... Just read some of them below, and tell me if they also stand for you:

1. Wake up without the alarm clock going off,
2. Breakfast in bed,
3. Endless minutes, even hours, cuddling with the racoon and the two little rats,
4. No need to leave bed, if wanted,
5. Long morning strolls through a beautiful neighborhood,
6. Buying fresh fruit, vegetables, cheese and flowers at the market, without having to drive,
7. Setting the flowers up at home,
8. Preparing lunch, or going out for lunch, without a hurry,
9. In season, spend hours watching American football, with friends, chatting, and having fun,
10. Continue to be in bed, if wanted...
11. No need to shower,
12. Read magazines, books,
13. Have dinner in bed, watching a movie...