This is a typical sunday morning for a single woman.
You probably know those typical Sunday mornings when you know you have work the next day and you just don’t feel like getting up thinking about it, so you lay there until finally, you decide to get up, get dressed and make a cup of coffee ready to go get the groceries for this week, and so you get in the car ready with your coffee mug and you’re feeling the energy kick in for the day so you put on the radio… “Not again!” They play the typical Sunday music you play at a funeral, those songs that repeat themselves over and over again (sigh emoji).
You get to the grocery store but it’s empty and you start to think maybe there was a zombie apocalypse, but you get to the realisation that everybody’s at church so you know you have to be quick because as soon as all the elder people come out of church and they see you, they will stare at you like you just committed a crime, so you grab your groceries and a donut, pay and leave, as soon as you get home you jump into sweat pants and socks and a comfortable shirt with no bra, like a typical Sunday morning.
You’re second cup of coffee coming up and you imagine the perfect Instagram picture for you’re winter theme, so you take as many pics of you holding your coffee mug from every angle, and you post the perfect one with the quote, ‘Starting of my Sunday morning like this #coffee #lovemylife #Sundayvibes #lovethewinter’. So typical and so true.
You realise most people leave all they’re work for the weekend until the Sunday and when it gets to Sunday you’re so lazy and tired and you get all the excuses not to do it. You pour in a full glass of wine put on some rap music, dance around in the kitchen while rapping to Nicki Minaj with a glass of wine in your hand.
It gets late and you still have work to do and you have to make dinner and shower, all those things before you get to bed too late and not even the alarm gets you out of bed the next morning. You shower while still singing to rap music with the shampoo bottle as a microphone and the bathroom steamed up. Later you don’t feel like dinner anymore so you just eat a yoghurt and stare at all the work you have to do for an hour before you actually start.
This is what I would imagine a typical Sunday would be for a single woman, or maybe just a woman.
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