Sunday Routine and Musings

It's another Sunday morning. My Sundays usually consist of getting up, no sleeping in with kids since they don't understand that concept! Then it's bringing in the Sunday paper and reading through it, clipping coupons. Every other Sunday it is library day because one of them enjoys the book club. Usually I will do some grocery shopping during that time while everyone else is at the library reading books, picking out new books, or the one enjoying the book club. When it's not library week it's still grocery shopping day. Today is an exception to that. I won't have to do it for this week.

It's funny because all to often I will end up picking something out for dinner that is an involved process. Yet when it comes to dinner time I will be exhausted and not up to a big ordeal to get through it. Why do I do this all the time? I think it's a habit actually. I am so pre-programmed to a big Sunday dinner. That all changed when I moved down to NC. My whole way of life changed in so many ways. Drastically and mostly for the better. I admit I do miss some aspects of life like it used to be. The safety of the known versus the unknown, which I guess is very normal. I mean I spent 20 years there. Perhaps in time I will get comfortable here but for now I'm just getting used to it. Enjoying the good things I can and trying to find ways around those things I'm not comfortable with and getting a workable solution.

What do you do with your Sundays? Do you have any routines? Do you find comfort in routine? I'm realizing that I do a lot of things routinely for a couple of reasons. First because my kids need structure and routine. I make sure I provide that. Second, I do it because it just has become habit to do some things in this manner. And finally, I do believe that it is also ingrained in my subconcious from childhood in a way. Sundays, for example, used to be go to church, come home and have a nice lunch (usually deli meats and sandwiches) then a drive somewhere (often with my Grandparents because I adored them so), and then back home for a nice big Sunday dinner. Of course as a kid it was then bath and pjs and off to bed (just like my kids now on school nights).

In times when families are so torn apart and you don't often hear of these things I continue to try very hard to keep with some traditional ideas and things. I admit it has become increasingly harder for some.

Well this is enough for now, for a Sunday morning. I think I might have more to unload later. We'll see.

Jo