When I was a little girl, Sundays were not my favorite day. Often times, I would complain of boredom and having nothing to do. My mother would usually motivate me by saying "I can find something for you to do" and I would instantly disappear because her something was probably a chore. Now that I am all grown up (chronologically anyway) I relish any Sunday when I have nothing to do-because they are so rare. Today was one of those days to treasure.
After trying out my new sneakers on the track this morning and getting the grocery shopping done, I came home to a house that always needs something done. Usually it's laundry, or dishes or general cleaning, but it is always something. I decided to put the groceries away and put in a load of laundry so technically I did do something. Then I did something just for me.
I took my chair, my water bottle and my book outside to sit in the shade and read. The dishes could wait, there was no company coming over and the clothes were on the line so relaxing didn't make me feel guilty at all. One of my kitties decided to join me and enjoyed being scritched as I relaxed with my tome.
It wasn't too long before relaxation truly kicked in. Both Woobie and I were catnapping on a Sunday afternoon without a care in the world. It is not very often that I give up that kind of time for myself to just do nothing and I must say I enjoyed every minute of it.
On this 26th of June 2011, I am grateful for my backyard, a beautiful day and a family who accepts me for the not so stellar housekeeper I am and loves me enough to let me sleep an afternoon away in the backyard.
Peace & Love,
Mandy
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