On the Seventh day you are to rest. It is a day of worship and family time. This is what the bible says and what the church teaches. For some reason I always add “the” before “rest”. Sunday has turned into a day of early church, then pick up any groceries or farm supplies and then home.
Once at home I begin my day of (the) rest. The rest of the laundry, the rest of the cleaning, the rest of the “to do” list from the week prior; usually consisting of cleaning the chicken coop, a deep clean of the cow barn, and various outside projects that are long over-due, and finish (or begin) the weeks baking and then some.
It is not at all what I ever envision for my Sunday. I love to think that Sunday, we will go to church and spend the day doing something fun, such as fishing or having a picnic or maybe taking a long nap. Instead my “Seventh day” comes every few months, usually on a Wednesday or Thursday, when I get the animal chores done and the little boy fed and that’s it for the day. We spend the majority of the day reading stories or playing trucks on the floor. No dishes get done, or laundry, or cleaning, or “real” meals made. I just hit a wall and crash for a day.
Years ago when I had the bakery, I learned very quickly not to bake on Sunday. Whatever was made on a Sunday never, ever, turned out. Too hard, too soft, too dry, too burnt. Nothing. Even now, getting baking, other than that for brunch, to turn out well is iffy at best; not that I don’t still attempt it. It’s nice to start the week with sandwich bread on hand and some sort of breakfast baked good too.
Some how I need to find the self discipline to just not do anything on Sunday. I have yet to figure out why “just stopping” is so hard. It’s the same when family comes to stay though too. After the little boy was born, my parents came and stayed with us for a week. They had planned to just help out around the house, make meals and let me get some rest. It worked… kinda. I was very grateful that they made the trip and were so willing to help, but I couldn’t just sit and let them do the all cooking, cleaning and laundry. I still tried to get in there and do my share. There is no taking a nap when company comes, even if that’s the sole reason they are there, to watch the baby so I can sleep without worry.
Last summer my husband and I put the little boy to bed and decided to have a beer on the deck. It was a beautiful night to sit and look out onto the lake. We got the “fancy” lawn chairs out, grabbed the baby monitor and a beer. We just sat, looking out over the lake. It was such a relaxing 20 minutes. Then I went and got the ladder and he got the chain saw and we began trimming trees and hauling limbs to the fire pit. That was how we spent our nice relaxing evening.
Yesterday was another below zero day, but the sun was shining. My parents and brother came over and spent most of the helping us haul firewood from the barn to the basement. We were so thankful for the help. Again, it was Sunday, the day we should have been just enjoying family time not working like crazy to get more done for the week.
The plan is some day I will have all my “to do” lists done and I can then just sit and relax… and probably tip over.