I don't know when the relaxation part of the weekend is supposed to happen amidst all the many things that are scheduled on the calendar over the course of an average weekend at our household. Maybe it stems from how I grew up...my parents were both up at the crack of dawn, and my dad thought we were slothful if we slept in til 7:30 on a Saturday morning. He would have been a good dairy farmer...up, milking those 100 cows at 4 in the morning, and coming in at 6 a.m. for breakfast. His mid-day was 10 a.m. so if I ever chose to sleep in that late, he would chastise me for wasting a perfectly good day. So, I learned early to get up and get moving. My dad groomed dogs in the basement when I was a kid as a side job. He liked it and he was pretty good at it too. My sister and I would go down there and help him out. I liked being down there...it was where I was introduced to 70's music. Dancing and lip synching with my sister was a good trade-off for shampooing the dogs and dealing with "wet dog" smell. Some of my favorite Saturday morning memories include belting out "Copacabana" alongside Barry Manilow. My dad would laugh at my sister and I.
So, fast forward to now...I rarely have the luxury of sleeping in because I work on Saturday mornings, and usually need to leave the house by 7:30 a.m. I have a weekly tradition of calling my parents on the way to work. I can usually catch at least one of them doing "Saturday morning chores" around the house and it is fun to chat for a few minutes. Meanwhile, the Chief is in charge at home. During the winter months, that means getting the boys to Noah's Basketball games. Today they had to be out the door at 8:30, and it was hectic here this morning. Someone (no names, but it rhymes with Boah) left the front door open and Mousse and Penny took the opportunity to go for a stroll. I think it was only a few minutes before we noticed their disappearance. I had to go out driving the neighborhood and thankfully found them really close, and opened the door and they hopped right in. That crisis averted, I could head to work. So, then I come home at 1:30 and there is laundry and grocery shopping, and the rest of the housecleaning that I didn't get to finish yesterday, and on and on. So you can see what I mean about no relaxation time.
I did the "Saturday is the day we get ready for Sunday" chores, ie: ironed the boys' church clothes and gathered all the shoes so there is no last minute shoe crisis at 8:45 in the morning.
So, here we are with Saturday evening approaching...and I've taken a few moments to write about how I don't have time to relax, and I realize that I've been able to relax as I sat here to blog...so maybe that's the secret...relaxation comes when you least expect it, as you're going about doing all the things that you "have to" do! hmmmmmmm, I'm so calm now!
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