Sunday

Today is Sunday. The Sabbath. The day we rest from our labors (I say, while I've been cleaning my office and laundry room for the last hour. Eh hem.)

I like Sunday. I get to sleep in. We don't have church until 1:00. I'm pretty sure this is the first year I've ever enjoyed this later church time. I don't know why it would be any different, but it is.

If I feel inclined to put something in the crock pot, I have enough time to do it. If I want to make a cake, I can. If I want to lay on my bed and play silly games on my iPad, I can. (Oh, did I just admit to something there?) This morning, after an exhausting battle or two in Plants vs. Zombies, I took a nap. Before church. Ahhh!

I do like going to church. Sometimes I have an attitude. Sometimes I don't. This morning I decided that I would not complain about the non-cool condition of the air conditioning at church. I might have indicated discomfort, but I don't think I actually complained. The chapel was stifling! I literally had sweat running down my back. (ew) It was so nice to get out of there. I went outside, where the breeze was beautiful! I almost stayed out there, but decided to walk around a bit before going to Sunday School. The last few weeks in that room have been dreadful. Today, it was wonderful! It was actually almost cold in there. AHHHH!

After church is kind of family time. We all pitched in (ok, so some were dragged in) to help get dinner on the table. Dinner that my wonderful husband had made - before church. General Pao chicken. Delicious! We also watched a movie in the nice cool basement. But now, we are kind of doing our own thing. (Otherwise, everyone would be telling me what to put in this post. How annoying!) At some point this evening, my husband wants to go for a walk. I'm waiting until it's nice enough outside to walk without dying from heat exhaustion. (Ok, so, enough of the heat stuff, but still, being a plus-size woman in the heat is horrible!) But a walk with my Sweet will be nice. Awwww!

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