If you’ve ever wished for a month of Sundays, you may have gotten your wish. We’re trying to keep Sunday special.
In my house, we’re working to differentiate the days of the week. Meatless Mondays. Taco Tuesdays. Philbin Fridays. And then there’s Sunday.
Sunday is a day to do what we want. No is even trying to accomplish anything. Breakfast is leaking into afternoon. Puzzles, reading, anything goes that will pass a few hours pleasantly.
The dog, who has yet to get off the bed, has it right. We’re giving into our laziest selves for a day. Tomorrow is Monday and we’ll work for structure, try to move our goals down the field, and find ways to mark the divisions between morning and afternoon, afternoon and evening.
Right now, we’ll just let today slip away.