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I’m not sure about you, but it seems like I always have my sights set on the upcoming weekend. It isn’t that I don’t have a number of activities during the week to look forward to, it’s just that the weekend always holds the promise of no “work” and getting some good old R&R in. However, once the weekend actually gets here, it is usually jammed packed with even more things to do, places to go and people to see so the dream of rest and relaxation are generally extinguished before Saturday morning ever arrives. Sound familiar?
Well, this weekend I actually took a day off. Friday night my husband and our children drove a couple of hours to meet relatives for lunch and do a little shopping. On Saturday, we had plans to get up and take my husband and our oldest son to get a haircut, wash the car and clean the house before meeting friends for dinner and entertaining them at our house afterwards. Well, the car wash wasn’t open because it was too cold and cleaning took up more time than we thought it would, so we didn’t have time for haircuts. However, we did have a good time at dinner and entertaining afterwards with our friends.
But, before we knew it, Sunday was here! Seriously, WHAT happened to the weekend? On Sunday morning we got up and got ready for church. Normally, we will hurriedly eat a bowl of cereal before heading out the door for church, but I decided that I didn’t care if we were a little late, we were having a “traditional” breakfast at the table together. So I prepared eggs, bacon and toast for breakfast.
On the drive to church I received a text from my workout buddy asking me if …