Sunday?

Sunday, I am confused what is Sunday? Is it the last day of the week? The first day of the following week? All I know is that it is the last day before Monday morning rolls around and it all starts over again.

 I was chatting on the phone with a friend this morning about what Sunday meant to her. She told me that in the Bible Sunday was suppose to be the day of rest. The one day of the week that you were rewarded to do as little as possible for all your hard work during the week. She claimed that Sundays are a day where you were not to work and that included housework too. Sounds good to me but not too realistic.

Here is what Sunday looks like for my family. First my husband is working! Oops, I guess he missed the Sunday reward memo! Second I have about two tons of laundry that seems to appear out of nowhere. Then there is getting the house back to normal from the weekend play dates and sleepovers. This clean up job includes vacuuming, washing the floors and all the hand prints from cupboards and appliances.

Now that the house is back in order and everyone has clean underwear for the week, I move on to operation Who Has Homework. I find that this is better done as a covert operation for true success. Next is what I like to call, what the hell I am sending for school lunch tomorrow. During this part of my day I scan the cupboards, fridge and freezer hoping I find the makings of not only a nutritious but socially acceptable lunch. If I fail this mission I will have to put on my big girl panties and brave the Sunday rush at the grocery store. No, not Sunday grocery shopping! Did you know that Sunday is the day that every working Mom out there heads to the grocery store to stock her house for the week ahead? It is total craziness.

Once all the prep work and cleaning is done it is time to cook Sunday dinner. I personally love to cook so this truly is an enjoyable part of my day. I am also blessed with a 9 year old son who loves to help me with the process. We will usually make a family favorite like roasted chicken, BBQ ribs or some sort of pasta. Whatever it is, it is always yummy. After dinner we settle down to play a game or watch a family movie together. As 9pm approaches it is time for showers or baths and some reading in bed.

Our Sunday draws to a close and I can't imagine what our week would be like if I hadn't completed my tasks for the day. What would happen in our house if I claimed this day as my weekly reward? Would Mondays mean we would be free wheeling without clean underwear? Would the kids be taking crackers and mayo for lunch at school? Would the house look like a bomb filled with popcorn exploded in it? I don't know and I don't want to find out. So God thank you for the offer but maybe I could have Wednesday afternoons off instead.