Growing up my mom would cook dinner every night. She would come home from work and immediately start on dinner. As we all got older and started moving out Sundays started being the day that us kids came over to visit. That’s when Sunday’s became family dinner. We all grew up and started having hectic lives but Sunday’s were reserved.
I can only speak for myself when I say Sunday’s are normally my lazy days. Me and the kids wake up, we normally eat some donuts, I’ll do a couple loads of laundry, put little man down for a nap and then we head over to my moms. Now not all my Sunday’s are like that. Trying to get two kids ready and out the door can get a little rough. So somethings (most of the time laundry) gets pushed back. I mean let’s face it who likes laundry. 🙃 Me personally the folding part is not my favorite.
But anyways back on topic. My mom, I would have to say is the best cooker. She always makes some of the best meals. I love food but my favorite part about Sunday’s is being with the family. I have two nieces and two nephews and it’s great to be able to spend time with them if I can’t through out the week.
Sunday dinners is the one thing I look forward to every week. Ever since I got pregnant with my son I got depression and then postpartum depression. So I never wanted to leave the house and when I did I had to push myself out the door. But sunday dinners was the one thing I wanted to get out of the house for. So yeah you can say Sunday’s are my favorite day of the week.
So my next post I will talk more about my depression and my anxiety that came later down the road. Hope you all have a wonderful day and thanks for reading. 😊
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