The Sunday scaries are getting worse
Every Sunday around 5pm I start dreading work on Monday. My job is fine, my boss is fine, but I just hate the grind. I feel like I miss my kids growing up. This is supposed to be the good years and I'm spending 8 hours a day staring at spreadsheets. Wife says I'm being dramatic but some days I genuinely consider just quitting and figuring it out. Anyone feel this way or found a solution?
I feel this in my soul. Sunday evenings I'm already mentally back at the office even though I have all day left. For me it helps to do something I actually enjoy Sunday afternoon, like take the kids to the park or work on a project. Gives me something good to end the weekend on instead of just dreading Monday.