So, it’s Labor Day. I’ve heard a rumor that some people take Labor Day weekend, as well as Memorial Day weekend as opportunities to rest. HA! Not us. We keep forgetting how much we hate yard work every time we move. So we accidentally keep moving to houses in dire need of yard work. It is relentless. My kids only associate days off with work; and when the little ones say their prayers the night before a day off, they pray that they won’t have to work the WHOLE day! I have to say that as a child I was oblivious to these weekends. Life was just life. We played outside all summer from school getting out at the end of May to school starting again at the end of August, and I never even realized those days of carefree play were bookended by these holidays. It wasn’t until becoming a homeowner that I have become jealously aware of this rumor about resting. All work and no play……not good.
So, although yard work was certainly on the agenda this weekend, we did a few other things. We watched a little soccer A very little bit of soccer. My third son had his first game of the season on Friday night. It was rained out after 20 minutes, so we drove the two hours back home after getting a few pictures and no score…..a little bit of soccer.
We grilled TWICE and we had pizza delivered once. This was a BIG deal to my two little ones because this is the first time they had ever had pizza delivered to our home. The bigger boys remember having pizza delivered when we lived in the Front Range of Colorado, but the two littles grew up in the mountains with no delivery service. Since we live out in the country now, we never thought about finding out if anyone delivered out here. It had been at least eight years since we had even had pizza delivered to our home, so this was a highlight for them. Something they won’t soon forget.
We also watched a little football. On Saturday, during the third time-out of the first college home game, my oldest was honored (along with the other recipients of the Legacy Scholarship) for academic excellence. I was thrilled that it was only 98 degrees instead of the 107 degrees it was last year. It was worth the heat, humidity, crowds, and noise to get to watch him receive this honor for the second year in a row. Plus, it gave me a chance to do some purple people watching. We left at half-time. So, just a little bit of college football.
Rather than yard work, Johnathan spent his weekend working his first days at his first job at an art museum. When he was home, he spent time working on his portfolio.
We also got one last swim in. Yes. It turns out that after two of the city pools close uber early in August, the third one remains open only on weekends until Labor Day. I managed to almost use up all our swim punches, and I made my two littles very happy by keeping the promise to go swimming one last time instead of working every single minute of the weekend. A little swimming, a little ice cream…..some happy, smiling faces.
And, then today I went a little crazy as I did something totally unheard of here. I took a nap. Sort of a nap. I mean, after dealing with five cases of peaches and helping very little with the yard, I leaned over on the arm of the couch and closed my eyes. Within moments I was transported into the kind of sleep where you don’t want to get up ever again. But, at least three kids came in to ask me something within that 20 minute window when the dog and I were peacefully sleeping like we were back in fifth hour biology during my sophomore year of high school. It was a glorious 20 minutes. And then it was over. But, I really liked my short nap. I’m thinking about bringing back Quiet Time.
Quiet Time was something I put in the schedule back in the days when all the boys were too old for naps, but I needed down time since I was always pregnant, nursing or both. I would have them pick a corner, couch, chair, bed…wherever they chose. And, they would grab a book and blanket and lie down quietly for just 30 minutes so I could lie down for a bit. I know they really liked this time because I’ve heard them talk about it since then. Often times over the years they have asked why we don’t do Quite Time anymore? I don’t know why.
I’m thinking about bringing back Quiet Time. My little ones have never experienced this Quiet Time about which my older boys speak. Quiet Time is good for the soul!