Church
Y’all, I paused in reflection this weekend nearly a dozen times. Just when I told myself I was going to be able to make up hours at work, a new something would happen. And finally, I threw my hands up, and my heart rate and blood pressure dropped. I picked tasks that needed to be done, didn’t take a ton of brain power to do and could afford several dozen interruptions.
Nothing was perfect but I did some tasks I’ve been putting off for 6 months. I played with my kids. I asked to do the yard work as exercise and stress relief and Kenny cleaned the kitchen and mopped the floor. I let the laundry SIT while I was on my knees in my garden, pulling weeds, planting flowers and praying in tandem. Church - in a different format.
Both of my parents are outdoor people. My mother cared for her garden like she was paid to do it, and gave away nearly all her yield. My father mows, edges, and trims his yard an average of two times a week. It’s in my blood. It’s how I know I can find peace, joy and hope of new life. I can do it without thinking. I can teach my children by senses. It’s so magical.
Kenny on the other hand, could be in the woods hiking for days. I am certain it’s where he finds peace. During our 11th anniversary weekend, the hours we were able to spend together, we spent doing both our favorite things. We went to Kuehn Conservation Area and tested our nerves with a toddler on steep trails.
We also did Curbside Pickup of my (early) Mother’s Day flowers. I bet, 90% of the last two days were spent outside. Today, we even roasted hotdogs and s’mores in our fire pit with the kids.
There is absolutely nothing I regret about the weekend. I’m sure I’ll pay for the stress tomorrow at work but it is what it is. Another Monday of another quarantine week. DEEP BREATHS.
Nothing was perfect but I did some tasks I’ve been putting off for 6 months. I played with my kids. I asked to do the yard work as exercise and stress relief and Kenny cleaned the kitchen and mopped the floor. I let the laundry SIT while I was on my knees in my garden, pulling weeds, planting flowers and praying in tandem. Church - in a different format.
Both of my parents are outdoor people. My mother cared for her garden like she was paid to do it, and gave away nearly all her yield. My father mows, edges, and trims his yard an average of two times a week. It’s in my blood. It’s how I know I can find peace, joy and hope of new life. I can do it without thinking. I can teach my children by senses. It’s so magical.
Kenny on the other hand, could be in the woods hiking for days. I am certain it’s where he finds peace. During our 11th anniversary weekend, the hours we were able to spend together, we spent doing both our favorite things. We went to Kuehn Conservation Area and tested our nerves with a toddler on steep trails.
We also did Curbside Pickup of my (early) Mother’s Day flowers. I bet, 90% of the last two days were spent outside. Today, we even roasted hotdogs and s’mores in our fire pit with the kids.
There is absolutely nothing I regret about the weekend. I’m sure I’ll pay for the stress tomorrow at work but it is what it is. Another Monday of another quarantine week. DEEP BREATHS.
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