The Sunday blues...

On Sunday evenings, I start to get this sinking feeling in my stomach.  It takes me a little while to identify it but it is, in fact, the "Sunday blues".  I used to get this way when D & I were both heading back to work but never expected to feel this way once I was a SAHM.  But, here it is Sunday night and here comes the blues.  I get sad thinking that I have to send my dear D back to work tomorrow.  I miss him when he is gone and wish that we were either 1) independently weathly or 2) living in an alter-universe where there were 2 extra "hidden" days where no one could find us, talk to us, or assign us work while we're gone.