Sundays

I have never really enjoyed Sundays since I split from my daughters dad. Don't get me wrong its a day off from work and it is the weekend. It isn't because I dread going back to work on the approaching Monday morning, its more that Sundays as a rule are family day , or in today's society family day /dad day.
Sunday is the day most people spend with their loved ones, their partners, kids, family. So when you are single Sundays can seem the loneliest day of the week.

As the Years have gone on I've begun to enjoy Sundays again. Some weekends I enjoy looking forward to the day I have the house to myself, the day the neighbours go out and its so peaceful where I live in rural Essex. Some Sundays I have my daughter, and even though we day not actually spend the day doing much we still have each other. Some Sundays are date day , although these aren't that often as most guys have their children on a Sunday.
Today I woke up not knowing what to expect. I had the potential for a date later on, but I haven't really heard from the Guy with firm plans. So instead of pining over the fact he obviously isn't that interested and is weighing up his options with a few women, I plan to claim this Sunday as Bonnies Sunday.
I have walked the dog in the glorious bright Winter sun, I have tidied up the garden and re potted some plants, I have done a small amount of housework and had a lovely soak in a bubble bath.
Today is my day. No man (even Gerard Butler, Jude Law or Robbie Williams) is going to intrude on my day. I plan to use the day to take my power back. Re group my feelings, find my inner love for myself again. Because if you cant love yourself you wont attract the right people into your life. I'm going to find my spark again.
And woe betide any man who decides to mess me around!