Just my Thoughts

A Day of Rest

I can remember when stores were not open on Sunday.  We really spent the day as a day of rest, forced or not, as we could not go shopping or other things.

Yesterday, I did not feel well.  I was not running a fever or coughing.  I did not have a sore throat.  I just felt “off.”  I went to church with the “little boys.”  My children were born boy, boy, girl, girl, boy, boy.  So, I have the big boys, the girls and the little boys.  Now, the boys are not truly little but they have held that moniker so long it sticks when I am doing things with just those two.

Yesterday was the kids’ father’s birthday.  So after church, the “baby” went to do a bike ride with the club for his father’s birthday.  The ride was short – a mile from Regina’s house to the Cyber Cafe West where there was a cocoa stop and then back.

I went to bed.  I made a mug of tea and went into my room.  I grabbed a book I had been trying to get through and read a chapter.  I turned on football, something I have watched a lot of in the past but not so much this year, and promptly fell asleep.  I slept for two or so hours.

When I woke up, I watched some more football and finished my book.  I got up to quickly do the breakfast and lunch dishes and took another nap.  I didn’t worry about dinner as the kids were going out with their dad and his girlfriend.  I slept some more.  The kids left for dinner at 7:30.  I watched a movie on television and got ready for bed.  I crawled into bed, finished watching The Family Stone and rolled over to sleep.  I didn’t wake up to the kids coming in.  I didn’t wake up to the 19 year old coming home from the Christmas party he went to.  I didn’t wake up to the 25 year old getting ready for work.  I woke to my alarm and felt so refreshed.

I am going to plan days like this for once a week – in all reality, they will happen once every two or three or four weeks – in the new year.  I am going to have a day of rest more often!

2 thoughts on “A Day of Rest

  1. I’m sorry you weren’t feeling well, but the day of sleep you describe sounds heavenly to me. Husband often talks about how sleep takes on an erotic quality once you don’t routinely get to sleep until you wake of your own accord. In fact, the only thing on my holiday wishlist this year is sleep.

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