When Hannah doesn’t feel like sleeping during her nap time, she still takes a rest. We remind each other of the line from “The Big Red Barn” by Margaret Wise, which is one of the kids’ favorite books: “The hens were sleeping in their nest; even the rooster took a rest.”
I realized yesterday that it had been a long time since I had taken a rest. Being up early every morning has helped me in a number of ways, but that, plus not taking a day off from exercise for nearly three weeks, was starting to catch up with me. I decided to declare a day of rest.
God knew what He was doing when He declared that one day out of seven should be a day of rest, but often as a mom of toddlers it’s difficult to actually achieve that. Between the mad scramble to get to church on time, having to clean up the messes that NEVER take a rest, changing diapers, making dinner, and so on and so forth, Sunday can start to feel like the busiest day of the week.
I found, though, that just making a few changes from my regular routine helped my mental outlook immensely, and made me feel rested. Since I’ve been up very early every morning, I allowed myself to sleep until Jack woke up (and after nearly 3 weeks of the 5 AM Club, believe me 6:40 AM felt LATE!), I didn’t do my usual aerobics routine or my usual walk, and for breakfast I popped in a pumpkin streusel coffee cake I made the night before and refrigerated, so all it needed in the morning was to bake. I know those probably sound like nothing, but they made a huge difference to me.
Do you try to keep Sunday as a day of rest? If so, how do you achieve that? What sorts of things do you do differently on Sunday?