Sunday's Suck...

Sunday's have always been depressing for me. When I was a small child, I had to get up early to dress for Mass which usually began around 6:30 am. My father was 'the Catholic' and my mother was 'the Convert'. I just went along for the ride. I never had any interest in reading the Bible with the thee's and thou's and other archaic words I had to look up. I even took Latin in high school so I could understand what the priest was saying at the altar. I thought it was some secret message he got from God. I found out that it was more or less crap, and it was repetitive crap. Ok, ok, I also took Latin because I thought I had a head start on an 'A' in class because I heard it chanted by the priest every Sunday. I could say the whole mass by heart. "Et cum spiritu tuo." I thought it would make fulfilling my language requirement in high school easy. It helped a little. What made Sunday's really sucky when I was a kid was that my Dad didn't have to go to work. Sunday was his day off and he wanted to make the most of it. After we left church at about 7:30 am, he let us know how he was pissed off about the content of the Sunday Sermon and railed about it and the #@$% priest all the way home. He used the rest of the day to direct me and my brothers on the finer points of 1) mowing the lawn 2) waxing the boat 3) cleaning out the fireplace 4) organizing his tool room 5) vacuuming and dusting the house 6) and anything else he could dream up. I actually said to him one Sunday, "Even God rested on the Sabbath." Not the smartest thing to say to my Dad when his list was only partially completed. Sunday's still suck for me. I don't go to Mass or any other service now. I don't miss sitting on hard pews and genuflecting/kneeling on even more uncomfortable kneelers. I can't actually put my finger on my problem with the one day I'm supposed to enjoy, but I don't enjoy it. I'm sure it's psychological. If I could make Saturday into Saturday, and Saturday2 instead of Sunday that would help. Maybe it's just the word, Sunday. I feel like Eeyore whenever I say the word Sunday. "Oh Pooh...It's all the same to me", Sunday Sucks!