Most of us work hard through out the week whether it is at work or at school, looking forward towards this one day at the end of the week to have that beauty sleep and unwind the tiredness we have buried in our muscles. That one day makes us pile up things we have been ignoring for days, knowing that we can get them done after a hot long bath that would perk up the energy in one hour that we have lost in not one or two but six whole long days.
All that planning goes right down the drain when that one Sunday finally comes because the tiredness and laziness takes control over us and we say ok this is the only day when I can do whatever I want, not what my boss/teacher wants would want me to do.
So we wake up late, have breakfast in bed, sleep a little more, and then finally make up our minds to at least do the bed and lunch gets skipped in the middle of the ever-so-dizzying spell but hey, who cares? By the time that gets done, it's late afternoon or almost evening. This is the day when even showering seems like such an effort that we delay it until we are about to faint from our own stink. Admitting it or not, is another fight with the conscience but it is true.
The next thing you know is you are hungry again (because obviously you skipped lunch in your laziness) and you are calling up friends to plan a fancy dinner outside. You go out, have a great time, feed your appetite to the fullest and drive back home.
The day goes absolutely how you want each and every day of your life to go but the end is so abrupt that while you are taking out fresh ironed clothes from your wardrobe, you realize that another long week is awaiting you and all the things you had been delaying to get them done, are still undone and written on a stick-up note that looks at you every time you open the fridge. Never mind, you say, plenty of time to do those things. And with that easing thought in mind you hit the bed again and you are deep asleep while you were thinking of switching sides.