Sunday, October 11, 2009

Saturday Mary

I sure do love Saturdays. When I was a kid. I hated them. My mom would always spend the morning stalking about the house griping at everyone and everything in her rampage to “clean” the house. Then she would grudgingly head to the grocery store to fight all the other mad cleaning moms over the lowest price cereals. We kids would have to remain clam and quiet in hopes of being undetected. I was always an outspoken child at home, so this never went well for me.

Well, thankfully, times have changed. As you can tell by the first three sentences, I no longer hate Saturdays.  I look forward to them. I have made a few much needed changes to the way mom used to do it, and it has worked great. I become Saturday Mary. I do not go to the grocery store on Saturdays unless it is an emergency. (often I would go late at night when I worked outside the home just to avoid the Saturday crowd) I also do not clean on Saturday, unless company is coming and then everyone has to help. We simply do things TOGETHER. Sometimes, like this particular day, we do nothing. We watched SpongeBob and ICarly and giggled in our pj’s for most of the morning. After lunch the two younger boys laid down and I got some much needed one on one time with my oldest. Dan had various sports going on the TV and we played Spiderman Sorry. We finally bathed and dressed about 4pm to take my mother-in-law out to dinner for her birthday. When we got home, we all got back in our pj’s and hung out some more before we all drifted into a very relaxed, restful sleep. I love that days like this are only once a week, I enjoy them so much more. I love even more that I get to have them at all. I realize more every day that these days are going to pass and I will miss them. I never want to wake up and realize I was Martha. May I always have Saturday Mary.

1 comment:

  1. Wow! I don't think I ever hated saturdays! Glad you like them now :)


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