Life keeps happening. And at breakneck speed. Appointments, activities, running, chores.
We go, go, go and started to feel like Sundays had become a catch-all for everything that was procrastinated the previous six days.
So we’ve been making an effort to keep Sunday as our day of rest.
One sure way to make this happen?
I’d rather have a Sunday filled with church, crepes and catnaps.
The Little Mermaid and snuggles.
It’s not all so bad.
My foot needed a break from the pavement and J needed an excuse to spend the day smoking a boston butt on the grill.
We just need E’s fever to be cleared by tomorrow. So we can resume our usual insanity.
Happy Sunday. Promises of a real post soon.