Sunday

His father text me about him coming over for a playdate. I missed the text for 45 minutes. When I received the text I text back

“I’m so sorry! Just seeing this now. Of course he can come now.”

“It is a weird time now? I don’t want to mess up your Sunday”

“Not at all. We try not to subscribe to letting Monday get in the way of our Sunday.”

I meant it, wholeheartedly. I have never really understood that thought pattern. I see a lot of people do this. They will ruin their Sunday because Monday is coming. They will ruin their last day of their vacation because it is ending soon. I just can’t wrap my brain around it. I want to squeeze all of the fun out of my time.

Later that evening the boys were all outside playing and they came running to the house asking if they could swim in the pool again. I explained that our playdates father would be over to pick him up in 15 minutes. They looked confused at me and said “yeah, we have 15 whole minutes”. I laughed at myself and told them to jump in as I followed them out to the pool. Here I was, thinking that I wasn’t letting my Monday get in the way of my Sunday but my beautiful children showed me that I still have work to do on this topic because I was willing to waste 15 minutes that could be swimming time.