Sunday is a day of rest, but only if you didn’t rest on Saturday.
I had all the best intentions – I even took my work computer with me when I went to visit my mom, but I hadn’t seen my mom in a week so we talked, caught up, grabbed lunch, and talked some more. Then my sisters came over and we had to tell them all the stuff we had just finished talking about with my mom. After our 5 hour visit, the kids and I began our 40 minute drive home. “When we get home, I have to work on my school stuff,” I warned them.
“Go ahead. We don’t bother you. You’re the one that is on the phone with your friends or reading a book or taking a nap or doing laundry. We’re just gaming.”
They aren’t lying, My kids are not the distraction. My motivation is.
We walk in the door and I as soon as I see my husband is home from work already I start, “I don’t have anything for dinner . . .”
“That’s OK. We can go out or if you have work to do we can just order something for delivery or I’ll pick it up.”
I KNOW what my response should be, but I respond, “No, let’s go out. we haven’t gone out in awhile. I can work on my stuff when we get home.”
Once we got home I was on the phone with my girlfriend, throwing in a few loads of laundry, before I settled on the couch to read a book that I’ve been meaning to start for over a month now.
Since Saturday was my day of rest, Sunday cannot be my day of rest.