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The Unholy Trinity of Songs of Praise, Antiques Roadshow and Last of the Summer Wine would signal the end of freedom to childhood me and the fact that school beckoned. Hearing the theme tunes of any of these or even catching a moment can still sometimes trigger that response.

Speaking to many people roughly my age they have similar experiences.
 
I work a 3-day week, Tuesday to Thursday, and I just about get by.
Silly me, I spend most of my free days over a long weekend just messing about all over the Internet, reading books, etc.
I really must get my act together and do some stuff.
So you are now known as a TWaT:chuckle: - people who work Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday (in office) and work from home Monday and Friday. The new work hybrid.
 
So you are now known as a TWaT:chuckle: - people who work Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday (in office) and work from home Monday and Friday. The new work hybrid.
'Work from home'? No, I don't do that.
 
I usually get the Sunday Scaries first thing on a Sunday myself because Sunday is almost ritualistic - my dad will ring in the morning, I do the ironing, I make lunch, I catch up with the baking, I clean the bathrooms, I prepare salad for the following week's sandwiches, I empty the airing cupboard, and by that time it's almost sofa time before bed. It's actually worse if we do something on a Saturday because then I have to catch up with the little things I didn't do that day.

Part of my problem is that I used to work 3 days a week, and that was lovely - four days in which to get all the chores done and still have time to sit down and do nothing. The In House GP does 12 hour days 3 times a week, so he does have the 4-day chore window. But me, I'm a full-time slogger these days, and so Sunday is definitely scary.
 
Since there is a critical shortage of nurses in the U.S., Baylor Hospital introduced a work plan for nurses most hospitals do follow if the nurse so chooses to participate.

A nurse works three 12 hour days and receives pay for 40 hours, plus receive all benefits.

Sunday night is weird for my wife and me because we always called our mom.

We have caught ourselves saying we need to call our mothers even though they died years ago.

My wife has said at times I wish I could ask my mom this particular question for advice.
 
The Unholy Trinity of Songs of Praise, Antiques Roadshow and Last of the Summer Wine would signal the end of freedom to childhood me and the fact that school beckoned. Hearing the theme tunes of any of these or even catching a moment can still sometimes trigger that response.

Speaking to many people roughly my age they have similar experiences.
That really chimes with me, but it was really 'The Muppet Show' (required viewing in our house, shown at about 6.30pm on Sundays) that really triggered the feelings of dread. I loved the show but used to watch it feeling strangely guilty that I hadn't done my homework and was probably not going to bother now, and then when the show was over the 'Sunday Scaries' kicked in big time. I can still feel them occasionally now, even though I am retired. A strange fuzzy subdued sense of panic and vague disorientation. Thankfully it is rare now and usually transient.
 
I can't believe that you would 'snap' at anyone V!

Can I ask if you have (or would have) the same feeling in Israel after Shabbat? Bearing in mind (for those who don't know) that the working week starts at sundown on Saturday afternoon/evening (depending on the time of year).

The reason I ask is that when you consider that it is very difficult (or impossible if religious) to do many things- go to a restaurant/use a train or bus/DIY/call friends on the phone etc etc it seemed (to me) to be a very joyous occasion and people looked forward to it.

However, these were the days before multiple channels on tv, smartphones and the internet, so perhaps people, even non-religious people, were more easily attuned to be able to survive the day. A bit like people on a British Sunday in the 1970s/80s - but with sunshine.

Of course there was always the beach if you wanted. That's a bit different to being stuck inside with only 'Ski Sunday' to watch.

Thanks!

The weekend was very different there.

Thursday night you'd be tired but go out..a meal or a concert or just walking around in t shirt and shorts, drink a beer by the beach or at a cafe etc.

Friday would be a bit of shopping, perhaps outdoors lunch or a walk, then a real rush to get ready for Shabbat.

That dominated the entire day...especially if you had to get a taxi or bus to someone's house and knew by 3PM they'd be in short supply.

Shabbat would be spent praying, eating, talking.

Then you'd go out again after it, but not too late.

So by the time the working week started again on Sunday morning you'd be largely OK compared to my current Sunday Scaries.
You'd had some socialising, a change of routine, and some rest.

Being away from the phone/sports news on Shabbat is a challenge though...but because you are around others who are also without their phones it makes it easier.
You know that you are spending that time doing what you are supposed to be doing.

@merricat

Victory: "I often think that if I had a three day weekend, I would not get them, as I would stringently devote one day of it to creative interests."

Merricat: Forgive me for being 'serious' but I don't think this would be enough, without considering why, and what the larger picture of your life is.

You are right.
But it would better than a two day weekend.
 
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more of our time is taken doing things we have to just to live?
Too much time taken to just survive, rather than to be alive. Feels like the source of one's vitality is stifled, like a plug in a natural spring.
our need to occasionally break out of routines?
I've often wondered if the religious festivals of medieval Europe developed because of this need.
sofa time before bed.
So glad I'm not the only one who cherishes this!
 
Sunday doesn't bother me. I'm up very early for work on Monday and through the week (I start at 6am), and I work split shifts so home again at 10.30 and back to work at 3pm. Having my day split in to bite sized chunks means I don't feel as trapped as I used to when I worked more conventional hours in an office. Two week break at Christmas however left me feeling down when I had to return to work afterwards. We broke up ridiculously early though (16th December) so a week of the break was before Christmas.
 
That really chimes with me, but it was really 'The Muppet Show' (required viewing in our house, shown at about 6.30pm on Sundays) that really triggered the feelings of dread. I loved the show but used to watch it feeling strangely guilty that I hadn't done my homework and was probably not going to bother now, and then when the show was over the 'Sunday Scaries' kicked in big time. I can still feel them occasionally now, even though I am retired. A strange fuzzy subdued sense of panic and vague disorientation. Thankfully it is rare now and usually transient.
I really enjoyed school, so I guess I didn't really have the panic in the same way. I used to get my homework done on Friday nights so I was free and clear, then horses all day Saturday and Sunday spent at home, tidying and getting ready for the week. But school was my entire social life, I had great friends and spent way too much time chatting and laughing, so I enjoyed getting to see them again after a weekend.
 
That really chimes with me, but it was really 'The Muppet Show' (required viewing in our house, shown at about 6.30pm on Sundays) that really triggered the feelings of dread. I loved the show but used to watch it feeling strangely guilty that I hadn't done my homework and was probably not going to bother now, and then when the show was over the 'Sunday Scaries' kicked in big time. I can still feel them occasionally now, even though I am retired. A strange fuzzy subdued sense of panic and vague disorientation. Thankfully it is rare now and usually transient.
For me, it was original series Star Trek on Sunday evenings in the 70s. Seeing that alien head in the credits still brings back the memories of the weekend being just about done, and already on the build-up for the brain-and-soul-destroying-factory school in the morning.
 
For me, it was original series Star Trek on Sunday evenings in the 70s. Seeing that alien head in the credits still brings back the memories of the weekend being just about done, and already on the build-up for the brain-and-soul-destroying-factory school in the morning.
I've often wondered if I imagined that that was on on a Sunday eve. Cheers Simon!
 
I really enjoyed school, so I guess I didn't really have the panic in the same way. I used to get my homework done on Friday nights
'homework' ?
so I was free and clear, then horses all day Saturday and Sunday spent at home, tidying and getting ready for the week. But school was my entire social life, I had great friends and spent way too much time chatting and laughing, so I enjoyed getting to see them again after a weekend.

I was the same. My weekends were often very boring (for a period of time anyway) and I was glad to get back to school to look at Debbie G's arse see my mates.
 
I really enjoyed school, so I guess I didn't really have the panic in the same way. I used to get my homework done on Friday nights so I was free and clear, then horses all day Saturday and Sunday spent at home, tidying and getting ready for the week. But school was my entire social life, I had great friends and spent way too much time chatting and laughing, so I enjoyed getting to see them again after a weekend.
It sounds like you were a model pupil, catseye. Where did it go wrong? :rasp:
 
I really enjoyed school, so I guess I didn't really have the panic in the same way. I used to get my homework done on Friday nights so I was free and clear, then horses all day Saturday and Sunday spent at home, tidying and getting ready for the week. But school was my entire social life, I had great friends and spent way too much time chatting and laughing, so I enjoyed getting to see them again after a weekend.
^this^. I didn't have school anxiety. And I grew up on a farm, so I always had chores and helped with haying in summer. School really was the only place I could hang out with friends.
 
Yes, what was the South Bank Show about anyway?
Indeed, you'd have thought they would opened it up to discussion of the North, West and East banks as well.
 
I used to watch it, but the only one I can remember is the one about the Sex Pistols.
 
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