Sunday Afternoons

Yesterday was Sunday afternoon.  We had been gone all day on Saturday, not coming home until after 10 pm, and then we raced out the door for church first thing in the morning.  When we got home from church, there was a lot to be done.  The groceries I had bought on Saturday that didn't need refrigeration were still in bags on the counter, the dishwasher was clean and needed to be emptied so my sink could be emptied, the floors all needed a good pick up and vac, and I was informed that Picaso had no jeans for school on Monday.  I sat the little girls down for a quick lunch (Brainiac was at a basketball clinic) while I put the groceries away.  Then we all went to work on the dishes (Scrat & Picaso unload, I load) before they settled for a nap.  I took the baskets of dirty laundry down to the laundry room, started a load of jeans and then came up to start on the floors. 

That's when I heard it.  It was quiet at first, but then got more demanding.  I searched for the source and found it on the coffee table...My book was calling my name.  I really debated if I should sit down.  I had a lot to do, but none of it HAD to be done right then or even that day.  I decided that I could sit and read for awhile.  I snuggled up with a blanket on our super comfy sectional and read.  For 2.5 hours!  I couldn't believe it when the girls finally woke from their naps (remember, we were out late so they were tired!) and I saw it was after 4:00.  I should have felt guilty, I should have immediately hopped up and started doing things, but I didn't.  I helped the girls to a snack and then sat down to read for another hour.

It was bliss I tell you!  I know there are a lot of other things I should could have been doing.  But I took care of me instead.  Sometimes, we have to do that as a mom.  Sure, today I still have floors that need help and some laundry to get done.  But yesterday afternoon felt fantastic.  If you ask me, it's the best way to spend a Sunday afternoon.  You should try it.