When I was young - many years ago - Sundays were mostly hangovers and a certain sadness that a good weekend was almost over.
Later - when the kids came - Sundays were a terrible void between weekend and a new week full of stress and too much work.
Now, I've embraced Sundays, getting up early and planning next week. Today, there was also one of the boys handball match to watch at the sports centre and a cake to bake, for school tomorrow (we use every opportunity to eat cake in Denmark).
There's always the usual stuff to do - cleaning and remaining laundry - however with no kids running around it has all become a lot easier.
Sundays are a good end of a (good) week.