Lazy Sunday

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I’m not sure there was anyone in the world lazier than me on a Sunday afternoon. I had lounged in bed all morning, struggling to get up, shower, and meet my brother and sister in law for lunch. Tim even had to come upstairs and suggest I get moving. You know you’re tired when it’s a struggle to get dressed for a 3 p.m. lunch date, that’s what I get for burning the candle at both ends.

I managed to pull myself somewhat together, but as soon as we walked into the restaurant, my sister in law asked if I was okay. I may have needed another minute or two to get ready. It was great to see them, hear about their travels, and catch up on family happenings.

There’s been a big rift in the clan ever since one sister-in-law kicked another out of her daughter’s wedding, not something that would be easily forgiven. And that was after a wild email sent to the entire family following a party at their house, accusing guests of leaving fingerprints everywhere, getting chocolate on the couch, and generally not respecting their home… a home they “allow” us to visit. Yes—allow was the word used, not invite. That was the moment I took a turn; I’m not interested in attending any event where I’m merely allowed rather than welcomed. Even my friend Dawn, who has the cleanest house in the USA, would never treat family or friends that way. So when I say there’s been a rift, that’s putting it mildly. I’m not sure there’s a way to make things better, but since no one seems to be trying, it’s doubtful anything will change anytime soon. 

Back to my lazy Sunday, I did enjoy our lunch, although I’ll admit I struggled through it a bit. How on earth was I so tired? When Tim and I arrived home, I climbed into bed and called it a night with the sun still up and the birds still chirping.

Some days just catch up with you, no matter how much you try to push through. Maybe this was my reminder to slow down, rest a little more, and gear up for another week. I may not take them often, but  lazy Sundays have their place.

“When someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time.” — Maya Angelou