Sunday evenings are always pretty much of a bummer. I enjoy the family time I get to have, but in the back of my mind I can't stop thinking about how another work week is about to start. Now they are even worse. Kurt works graveyard shifts right now and he leaves starts on Sunday nights. I just get used to sleeping with him in my bed over the weekend and I'm back to being alone. Sad. Pathetic really. I'm a big girl, I just miss him at night.