Slow Sundays

If only every Sunday was 77 and sunny.

Sunday mornings have a different pace these days. One of the big changes at our house is that our daughter is away at college. The shift in our daily schedule and dynamic is wild, but I think it’s really allowed me to take a close look at how I had engaged with my life before.

When both kids were home and in high school, our family was participating in an “event” or activity 5-6 days a week. Both were in marching band, sports each season, concert band, jazz band…holy moly, it never seemed to stop during the school year. But we love being active participants in our kids’ lives. We didn’t always want to be out and about with all the people, but it was a really big part of our social lives.

Long story short, we now only have one sport per season, essentially cutting our out of house commitments in half. I have been able to do laundry and dishes as needed without being overwhelmed during the week (there’s less of both,) and still have time to putter around my bedroom, closet, makeup cabinet most nights. I used to have SO MUCH TO CATCH UP ON by the time I got to Sunday that I couldn’t relax and enjoy the weekend. If you’re a mom, you probably get the idea of just making it through each week as successfully as possible.

Without realizing it, I’ve just let myself filter through the week one day at a time, and taking time to see what feels fulfilling as I go. Now, I always try to have a Monday morning Pilates class booked, so I have something great to look forward to at the start of my week. I’ve been using Sunday mornings to make ahead a meal or two (I refuse to say I’m meal prepping,) and make a fancy coffee to enjoy while I start a load of laundry, light some candles, and read a book or magazine.

After dinner, I look forward to an everything shower and self tan, blowing my hair dry and getting into cute jammies. My husband and I will watch a show, then I’m ready for bed, where I plot my dream life on Pinterest and play Mahjong until I’m sleepy. It’s so weird to feel like I’ve got a little bit of an empty space in my soul without my little bestie and at the same time feel excited to have some time to take really good care of myself.

My son is a senior this year, so I’m not sure if I’ll be able to slide into that transition as peacefully, but for right now I’m not going to worry about that. I’m just going to let myself enjoy my gentle Sunday mornings and see what happens.

Hope you’re having a beautiful day

xx, linds