What happens when Mommy keeps the Sabbath...

After the sermon this Sunday on finding balance in your life, I went home determined to take Pastor's Bruce's advice: Whatever work you usually do, don't do it on Sunday. If you are a housewife, don't do any housework on Sunday (he said a lot more than just this and I am just paraphrasing, of course). I normally work harder on Sunday than any other day, just trying to get life in order for the next week. So other than taking care of the kids, giving them baths, and cooking supper, I did not lift a finger. David, however, did: he picked up the living room twice at some point during this day.

I woke up on Monday morning to my house looking like no one had done anything for a week. It kind of makes me wonder what it would look like if I did go on strike for a week. No, in writing this I am not looking for appreciation from Dave. He is VERY helpful and very appreciative of everything I do. I just thought it was interesting! Like would you be able to walk without tripping? Would you have to do the Toy Shuffle?

I sort of have a theory that Anna would just start picking it all up by herself. She is very neat and tidy and has an incredible amount of focus for a toddler when it comes to putting stuff away and organizing toys.

My conclusion to all this is that I think I want to start eliminating some of the stuff I do on Sundays. Like no more grocery shopping, no more detailed cleaning. But I don't think I will ever do this again! It made my Monday SO unpleasant! PS Did you note the roll of toilet paper on the end table? Lovely!