We suffer from it in our household. Mr. KK coined the term on Sunday night, while we were sitting on the couch, watching the Amazing Race.
MR. KK: "I like this show, but ever time it comes on, I get Sunday stomach, because I know our weekend is over."
I couldn't argue with him. There's nothing like that dread in your stomach on Sunday nights - no matter how much you love your job.
It's like the final countdown. Only worse.
The Amazing Race (of which we have watched every season - it's the only reality show we've stuck with) now symbolizes the end of our weekend together.
Tonight, we tried to prolong the end of the weekend by going out for a few drinks. What hard-working 9-5'ers go out on a Sunday night (who aren't watching football???). Not many.
But it felt so good.
Plus, the more beers you have, the less you feel the Sunday stomach.