Sketches of a Bipolar Girl: Sunday, Funday??

It's Sunday.  It's supposed to be a day to spend with family and friends relaxing around the house.  Well, I don't have any friends around here.  All of my friends are online and live far away.  As far as family is concerned, it's just my sister April and niece, Erica.  Our closest relatives live in South Carolina.  I'm only really close to one uncle, anymore.  The aunt that I lived with, along with my mom, doesn't communicate with me.  Honestly, It doesn't really bother me much anymore.
I've learned some things about myself with this new career path that I'm on, people can be mean and extremely rude.  I'm quickly learning to get a thicker skin.  I've also learned, their attitudes aren't about me.  I mean, I want people to like me, but if they don't it's really their loss, isn't it?
I'm part of a team at work, and we all encourage each other, and applaud each others success.  I can go to my manager at any time with questions, and I am never dismissed.  They truly believe that questions are important.  I am never made to feel stupid or inadequate.  I am enough.  This is the first time in my life, I truly felt part of something.
Anyway, what was I talking about?  Oh yeah, Sunday.  When I was little, we lived in the city, and on Sunday afternoon, we would ride out to either grandparents house for dinner.  It was only like a half hour ride, but it seemed like hours to a 5 year old.  My grandparents lived in the suburbs, but it seemed like they lived way out in the country.  There were fields, and woods and sometimes I would see animals.  It was great, and the air was so sweet.  Those were some good times.  My cousins would be there, and we'd play down at the creek until dinner was ready.
My grandmom was a great cook.  She worked for a wealthy white family as a cook and housekeeper.  They treated her like family, paid into her social security and everything.  They took really good care of her.  I remember when she died, the youngest son was devastated.  He wept throughout the service.
She always fixed a roast of some kind.  We would have beef, or lamb.  Sometimes, she would bake a ham.  Her desserts were magnificent.  She made the best chocolate pudding I have ever had to this day.
After dinner, while the adult children cleaned up, us little kids would go back outside if it was still light out.  If not, we would flop on the floor and watch Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom.  After that was The Wonderful World of Disney!! Those were the days when the whole family watched TV together.  It's starting to come back now, since the virus.  People aren't going out much, plus the streaming sites are putting on more family friendly shows and movies.
I tried watching Bedknobs and Broomsticks by myself last weekend, but I fell asleep.  Last night I fell asleep again with the TV on.  I'm so tired right now. I had an angry dream about my mom again.  I guess I need to talk about that with my therapist tomorrow.
So, what am I doing on my Sunday? I'm laundry!! I love the smell of fresh laundry.  I like to hear the washer and dryer going.  So, I don't mind.  I need to vacuum, but I can't do it because of my back.  I'll have to ask April to do it.  Oh well, I guess that's all for now.  I just had some things on my mind and needed to write so I would keep spinning around in my head. 
PEACE, JOY LOVE - B