Technically Saturday is the seventh day since it ends the week. And being a pastoral family we don't exactly rest on the Sabbath. So today I decided I would not do anything. Not a darn thing. I was feeling really feisty and under-appreciated... if my house was going to be destroyed by two little girls and a grown man, so be it! I wasn't going to do anything.
I got up with the girls this morning to eat breakfast but once Daddy got up *I went straight back to bed and didn't get out of it until 2:30.
My girls got to watch Saturday morning shows (Hannah Montana, of course) and their dad made them mac-n-cheese for lunch, ketchup on the side like their mom! I woke up from my drool-wet pillow to find two munchkins climbing into bed with me for nap time.
*To be honest I hadn't even meant to fall asleep when I came up after breakfast. I was laying there, resting and petting Beckett. Next thing I know everyone is trampling up the stairs for naps! But it felt great!!!
I didn't clean up any messes today, except for a few dishes. No laundry, no vacuuming, no nothing. I didn't even make dinner. I plopped leftovers onto dinner plates, un-showered with my pajamas still on. And it was refreshing. THIS is what a Saturday is meant to be.
My personal advice to you under-pressure mommas who feel this need to always run a tight ship with perfection: let it go once in awhile! I'm glad I did. I feel awesome (and yes, I have showered now and changed into clean jammies). In fact, my husband just made me a strawberry smoothie.
Life is good!
And P.S.- my house isn't even trashed! The girls cleaned up their toys and I had Daddy do a lot of cleanup after meals. We even played a couple games of hide-n-seek past the girls' bedtime, which was delightful. Daniel is such a big kid sometimes and I love him for it.