By Thezoqo 
Extra Sunday – If life had a “favorite day” contest, Sunday would win hands down—every single time. It’s the one day when we pretend we have our lives together: bedsheets get washed (sometimes), coffee tastes like victory, and we believe we’ll start a new diet “tomorrow.”
But then… Monday happens.
Every week feels like a rollercoaster that ends too soon, and honestly, one Sunday just isn’t enough. I’m fully convinced that the universe owes me—and every other tired human—a second Sunday.
So here are 9 hilarious (and totally valid) reasons why I, you, and every coffee-loving soul out there deserve an extra Sunday every week.
😴 1. Because My Alarm Clock Clearly Has Anger Issues
I don’t know who decided that alarms should sound like mini heart attacks, but that person deserves a lifetime ban from happiness.
Every Monday morning, I open my eyes to that awful “beep beep beep” and instantly question every life choice that brought me here. On Sunday, I finally sleep like a baby… until the clock ruins my peace 24 hours later.
If I had another Sunday, I’d throw that alarm clock into the ocean—and then take a nap beside it.
🍕 2. Because My Diet Needs More Time to Mentally Prepare
Every Sunday night I whisper the same lie to myself:
“Tomorrow I’ll start eating healthy.”
But by Monday afternoon, I’m already negotiating with a pizza.
Let’s be real—Sundays are for carbs, comfort food, and convincing ourselves that we’re “just bulking.” One extra Sunday means one more glorious day of pretending calories don’t count on weekends.
Moral: Extra Sunday = extra slice of happiness 🍕
☕ 3. Because Coffee Only Works When You Don’t Need It
On Sunday, coffee tastes like a warm hug from the universe. You sip it slowly, scroll through memes, and feel alive.
On Monday? You chug it like medicine, hoping it’ll fix your life.
We deserve an extra Sunday so coffee can go back to being a vibe, not a survival tool.
Plus, let’s be honest—baristas deserve the day off too.
📺 4. Because My Netflix Watchlist Is Starting to Judge Me
My Netflix account has that passive-aggressive tone now:
“Are you still watching?”
Yes, Netflix. I’m still emotionally invested in a show I started three months ago and still haven’t finished because Mondays exist.
I need an extra Sunday to catch up on my shows before spoilers ruin my life on Twitter.
Bonus reason: binge-watching counts as “rest,” and rest is important for health, so technically, it’s self-care. 💅
💼 5. Because My To-Do List Is Pure Fiction
Every Sunday I make a to-do list that could rival a CEO’s schedule:
- Clean room 🧹
- Meal prep 🍲
- Laundry 🧺
- Workout 💪
- Call mom ☎️
- Read a book 📚
Fast-forward to Sunday night:
✅ Scrolled Instagram
✅ Slept twice
✅ Added “Do laundry” to next week’s list
Clearly, one Sunday isn’t enough to do both planning and actually doing things. I need a second one just to pretend to be productive again.
🧘♀️ 6. Because “Self-Care Sunday” Never Fits in 24 Hours
Instagram influencers say,
“Take Sunday for self-care!”
But how am I supposed to do skincare, meditate, clean, cook, journal, and drink 3 liters of water in a single day—when I can barely find matching socks?
Self-care isn’t a one-day event. It’s a full-time job, and I’m currently unemployed in that department.
So yes, an extra Sunday would be my mental-health insurance plan.
🧠 7. Because My Brain Needs a Reboot
Let’s admit it—our brains stop working after Friday evening.
By Saturday, we’re in “chill mode.”
By Sunday, we’re in “panic mode.”
By Monday, we’re in “why-am-I-alive mode.”
It’s like my brain needs a software update, but I keep clicking “remind me later.”
An extra Sunday would give my brain time to reboot, clear cache, and maybe remember where I kept my charger.
💸 8. Because My Wallet Needs to Recover Too
Sundays are expensive. There’s brunch, snacks, impulsive online shopping, and that one “harmless” Amazon cart you swore you’d ignore.
By the time Monday arrives, my wallet is crying louder than my alarm.
I need another Sunday—but this time, a broke-friendly one.
A day where “fun” means doing absolutely nothing and spending exactly zero rupees.
Honestly, my wallet deserves a nap too.
🧹 9. Because My House Looks Like a Post-Apocalyptic Movie
Every Sunday, I look around my room and think,
“Wow… how did I survive this chaos all week?”
Then I start cleaning… halfway. And by halfway, I mean I move one pile of clothes to another pile and call it progress.
If we had an extra Sunday, I could actually clean and relax. Right now, I just choose one. (And relaxation wins 100% of the time 😌)
💤 Bonus Reason: Because I Said So 😆
Sometimes we don’t need logic. We just need an excuse to exist peacefully in pajamas for another day.
Life’s short. Weekends are shorter. And honestly, an extra Sunday might just be the universal cure for crankiness, chaos, and unfinished laundry.
🌈 The Science (Sort Of) Behind Wanting an Extra Sunday
According to absolutely no scientific research but 100% of tired people everywhere, adding another Sunday could:
- Reduce Monday anxiety by 83%
- Increase happiness levels by 99%
- Improve meme productivity by 200%
So clearly, science (and my mood) agree that this is a good idea.
🕺 What Would We Do on the Second Sunday?
If we magically got one more Sunday, here’s what we’d all do:
- Sleep in until noon.
- Order food we don’t need.
- Watch “just one more episode” (which becomes 4).
- Finally wash our bedsheets (maybe).
- Text our best friend, “We really need to meet,” and then not meet.
- Convince ourselves this week will be productive (spoiler: it won’t).
Basically, it would be perfection.
💬 Relatable Quotes for Lazy Sunday Lovers
“Sunday should come with a pause button.”
“The only thing I’m chasing today is more sleep.”
“If you listen closely, you can hear the sound of Sunday leaving too soon.”
“An extra Sunday won’t solve everything, but it’s a good start.”
🧭 Conclusion: The World Needs More Sundays
In conclusion, if anyone ever starts a global petition for “Two Sundays per week,” please know I’ll be the first to sign—and probably the last to wake up on both of them.
Life is too short for endless Mondays and not enough naps.
We need laughter, rest, and at least one more day to be gloriously unproductive.
So until that day comes, I’ll keep pretending that Sunday lasts forever… at least until my alarm clock proves me wrong again tomorrow. 😴