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Growing up in the good ol’ US of A, Sundays was the MOST cherished day of the week, the saving grace in a hectic school schedule. It was a time for all things social, and sleeping late after Saturday Nite Live. Yeh life sure was tough then! Now I live overseas where SUNDAY
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IS A REGULAR WORKDAY
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and a REGULAR SCHOOL DAY.
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If you are a WAHM (as in working from home mother) then ’nuff said.. but for the rest of you -
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The first few years I was all about joining the committee to getting this country to recognize Sunday as a day off. How can anyone be expected to get their children to school on time. How dare they treat us transplanted Americans so insensitively and expect us to… AHEM… WORK!
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How does Sundays look to me now? Last Sunday my children, excluding infant, were all in school, and I am working in my p.j.s, when my door knocks. It is a postman delivering a present for my baby from the states. Yes mail on Sunday.
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Ah… such bliss..
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Today for example, another Sunday, kids were home due to a local holiday. We were all just finishing a virus - I had it the worst, and still feel hit by a mack truck. Hardly able to take care of anyone, I was a horribly neglectant mother, begging them to say YES to cereal for 3 meals.
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Why was the idea of Sunday created? I cant remember? Perhaps by the TV networks to force children to drive their parents crazy enough to allow them to watch TV incessantly?
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Well I am one pooped MOM on this Sunday so signing off..
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Andrea
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