I'm Okay With That

There are times when the stars must truly be aligned.

For instance,

The weather is seventy-four and sunny.
The brownie I am eating has walnuts.
The husband is the one practice driving with the daughter.

Now before I get in serious trouble, let me clarify that last statement. The daughter, the youngest, is no doubt a reasonably good driver. I have no reason to believe otherwise. But after being the one doing all the practice driving with the other two, this mom is tired and weary of gripping the arm rests and trying to put my foot through the imaginary passenger side brake that does not exist. Besides, she has made it very clear that she prefers her dad anyway.

"He doesn't stress me out the way you do, Mom."

Hey, I feel your pain, sister. I am all too happy to take up space on my front porch swing right now in the seventy-four degree sunshine while I eat brownies full of walnuts and drink coffee sweetened perfectly. This is my kinda life.

Granted, I should be taking the wet clothes out of the washer or folding the whites from last week or doing something else household related. I should be working on school stuff or tax stuff or something else moneywise related. I should be doing a lot of things.

But it is Sunday. The Lord's day. The day before Monday.

I'm tired of letting the gloom of a Monday ruin the glory of a Sunday. I've spent far too many Sunday afternoon hours steeped in depression about the end of the weekend and the beginning of the work week. My new theory is that the weekend really doesn't end until I let my head hit the pillow on Sunday night. If that means I cram a little extra work stuff into the waning hours of a Sunday evening, so be it. Of course, it's easy to think that way when there's no football to watch. It's all about priorities.

So for now, I think I will stretch out on this swing and watch a cloudless sky.

I really am okay with that.