Somewhere along the way, Sundays stopped feeling like a day of rest for me and quietly turned into a day of catching up. Catching up on washing. On emails. On life admin. On all the things we didn’t quite get to during the week. And underneath it all, that familiar hum – the feeling of being slightly behind. Not dramatically. Not in a way anyone else would notice. Just enough to sit in your chest and follow you into Sunday evening, when you realise the day meant for rest has