Sunday Night Blues

When you care so little about cleaning up at night, other than getting it over with, that you literally try to put a square puzzle piece into the circle puzzle ball hole because your too lazy to rotate it and you want to win at least once today, you know you've got a bad case of the Sunday Night Blues.  In my experience, it can be triggered by many things.  For example, I broke my promise to my son that I would go the whole day today without losing my temper when my daughter looked me straight in the eyes and dumped her rice all over the floor only one nanosecond after asking her to stop playing with it.  Then came bath time, where children cannot stop splashing no matter how much you ask them.  I thoroughly enjoyed bedtime, however, reading to the kids and talking about the day.  They were especially cute tonight, telling us stories or getting dolls ready for bed.  I was almost cured until I came back downstairs to see that our dining room floor was one big rice patty.  I knew it would take almost an hour to clean-up the kitchen, dining room, and main floor, then another to plan with my wife for the week.  It will be another late night of all work and no play going into Monday.  Is there a way out?  I'm not sure.  If I enjoy my job as much as I do and it still doesn't help, it's got to be tough for those fathers who don't enjoy their jobs.  I understand this is all necessary.  Perhaps the answer is putting the kids to bed at 6 pm on Sunday nights, instead of 7:30 pm.  They may wake up a little early on Monday morning, but I'll have already escaped to work by then.  Even if I'm home, mornings are much easier than nights.