I can't do it all. Sometimes I can't even do half of what needs to be done. Every single day there are dishes, laundry, cleaning and cooking that needs to be done. Some days a lot gets done and some days it looks like a tornado went through. I remember many years ago, a friend told me when she got home from school, her parents told her, her room was robbed. She walked into her bedroom and it looked ransacked, just like it did when she left for school in the morning...so, I like to walk in my house on those bad days and tell the kids we must have been robbed, the place is ransacked! ;)
I have decided that I truly am going to keep Sunday's a restful day. I'm going to carry on the tradition of Sunday Mass and a lovely Sunday dinner. That is all. Kids still do dishes. But a more relaxed day to energize myself for the week ahead, which always has a husband, five kids, two dogs and extra family and friends involved. My husband started to complain about some projects that need done. The kids thought I was losing it. Guess what, they all survived. They all were fed, clothed and doing their own thing. I read spiritual books I tried to read during the week. I watch old movies I have seen a dozen times. I snuggle Kate all day long until she can't take another hug...okay she indulges all of us! It is all good.
As I type this, the door is open and a sweet breeze from the farm is blowing through. The birds are singing. Soon it will be sitting outside while the kids swim. This is how Sunday's were. I grew up with these Sunday's. I always did less on Sunday's, but now I really just stopped my worrying too. It will all get done and someday my house will be empty with little cleaning to do etc. I may even miss the days of being robbed!
I have decided that I truly am going to keep Sunday's a restful day. I'm going to carry on the tradition of Sunday Mass and a lovely Sunday dinner. That is all. Kids still do dishes. But a more relaxed day to energize myself for the week ahead, which always has a husband, five kids, two dogs and extra family and friends involved. My husband started to complain about some projects that need done. The kids thought I was losing it. Guess what, they all survived. They all were fed, clothed and doing their own thing. I read spiritual books I tried to read during the week. I watch old movies I have seen a dozen times. I snuggle Kate all day long until she can't take another hug...okay she indulges all of us! It is all good.
As I type this, the door is open and a sweet breeze from the farm is blowing through. The birds are singing. Soon it will be sitting outside while the kids swim. This is how Sunday's were. I grew up with these Sunday's. I always did less on Sunday's, but now I really just stopped my worrying too. It will all get done and someday my house will be empty with little cleaning to do etc. I may even miss the days of being robbed!
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