As I’m writing this, I am sat with a belly full of Sunday dinner and that soporific feeling. Surely that is how every Sunday should be right? But lately I have found our Sundays have become just like any other day of the week. Busy and manic. Rushing from one thing to the next. Shopping, visiting family and friends, cleaning the house or catching up on emails. This Sunday though I decided it was time to bring back Sundays.
Earlier in the week I had a conversation with my mum about what Sundays used to be like. She told me that when she was younger a Sunday meant going to church in the morning, followed by a big roast dinner then an afternoon of watching films, playing board games before settling down to watch a TV drama with a jam tea. How idyllic does that sound?
Nowadays, all the shops stay open and people still go to work. We catch up on our jobs that didn’t get done through the week and spend more money than we intended to. What happened to a day of rest? Our fast pace lifestyles don’t allow for it.
Maybe it is our need to please other people. To show everyone we do fun things with our children to make sure they aren’t missing out on anything. I may sound a bit old fashioned by saying this, but I think it is important for us all to have a complete day off. To recharge our batteries. To spend time as a family and give each other all our attention. It is just for one day after all and I think then you will feel like you have had a “proper” weekend. Because tomorrow (Monday), it will be back to school and work and the rushing around begins all over again.
So today, we stayed in bed until eight am. (For those of you without children, this is LATE!) The kids played in bed with us before we all headed down for breakfast in our pyjamas. We managed to make breakfast last until after nine. I then hoovered the floor (housework I know but I couldn’t ignore last nights tea that had been discarded on the floor), popped to buy a chicken and made a roast dinner. The boys and Phoebe were still in their pyjamas. We then ate our dinner after which Phoebe napped and we watched the Minion movie. So here we are, tummies full but feeling pretty chilled out. We do still have homework to tackle and the ironing pile keeps looking at me, but for now we are relaxed and content. I can’t remember the last time I felt like that on a Sunday.
I don’t think we will keep this up every weekend, who knows it could be a new tradition? The next few weekends however are the build up to Christmas so I am pretty sure they are going to spent running around like headless chickens (a usual weekend then). It is however, something I think we should consider starting from January. We will be bringing back Sunday. Films, food and family. A perfect Sunday to me.
Thank you for reading and I hope you find your perfect weekend balance.