Monday blues hit me very hard. But working on Sundays - in my case, attending classes on Sundays - almost kills me! Sunday is one day which I consider as solely my own. I usually have a list of pending chores, leisure activities and a lot of sleep to catch up on by the end of the week. Ideally for me, the weekend should begin on Friday evening so that I have enough time to unwind, relax and then get about with all the pending work and recreation so that the next week begins on a fresh note. However, with the kind of life I lead currently and the external factors that get to decide the flow of my daily routine, a humble Sunday is all I ask for. That Sunday which evades me like forbidden fruit.
Continuous classes through the day, back to back assignments, presentations, sleepless nights - well, I am pretty much used to all these. But that does not mean that I have agreed to give up my right to a day of solace in the week. A working weekend has a very disturbing effect on the mind. It increases your fatigue manifold as you keep thinking about how long you have been working without a break. It is not so much the physical rejuvenation that one seeks, as much as the mental restoration.
Taking a break during the week is not a good option either, because the mind plays strange games. It gives no value to an off day if it is not on a weekend. It keeps pricking you all through the next week, making you all the more frustrated. It was not a good way to end the previous week. It is a terrible way to begin the next.
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