Sundays-

     We live in a great neighborhood- we have amazing friends across the street, down the road, and right next door. Often we will plan to have potluck style suppers in the evenings on Sundays.  Because of this I love the idea of Sundays! From the feeling of peace and grace when you enter a church building to the serenity when you leave a well spoken sermon. The homey smells of Sunday supper cooking and of laughing kids as they play in the yard while everyone gathers to eat. It is one of my favorite days over all.
      However, I absolutely hate Sunday mornings.... I don't understand how each weekday everyone can easily get themselves dressed and groomed in an orderly fashion to leave the house by 7:30am but on Sunday mornings we can't manage to achieve the same feat by 11:00 and forget about making it to Sunday School by 10:00.  The fight and fuss will not begin to allow it! Between Squirt and Squeak battling at the top of their lungs and Bubba hollering because they are doing so in front of the TV there is no peace, serenity or beauty in a Sunday morning. With two televisions blaring so loudly you can't think all I really want to do is put in some earplugs and go back to bed, completely forgetting about the rest of it. Needless to say we will typically slink in to church right as the announcements are being read and as quiet has descended on the congregation making my husband cranky we are late and me flushed with worry and rushing.
    Thankfully by the time we leave services I have typically cooled down and am feeling better only to get to start being frazzled all over again in the flurry of lunch and nap time whining... Why do I love Sundays again?

     Oh right because even through the fuss and muss it is spent with all my little monsters, my husband and friends and it means I get to rest on Monday when I get back to the office.