A day of rest

Rest. My brain can no longer comprehend that word. When my husband and I first got married, we both had weekend jobs to help make ends meet. Then kids came and we stopped working the insane hours, even though that had a transverse effect with the cost of daycare. After we finished having kids, the weekend hours started back up again. However, now we managed the 2nd job(s) with soccer games and other kid activities. We made it work (literally). As the kids get older, their interests get more expensive. I find myself thinking “How many hours can I squeeze in around (school/sport commitment/etc..) so I can pay the bills this month?”

Sunday used to be a protected day. I look forward to watching football on Sunday afternoons and eating pizza together as a family on Sunday nights. But wait! Now there’s activities scheduled on Sundays, too! What are we doing to ourselves? I’ve heard the criticism that we are involved in too many things. At the same time, my kids are not afraid to try new things and are learning how to interact with many different types of people in different settings.

One last thought: At the very start of flu season, I remember feeling stressed out about how busy I was and just wanted a break. So be it – God gave me sickness. Uh, thanks?!? Not enough to render me useless, but enough for me to lay on the couch for a day or two and not exert my body significantly. Ask and you shall receive!! Not exactly the vacation I wanted, but definitely what I needed.