A Day of Rest

What a rare occurrence! Drew had a full day of Robotics Team, and Marcie (knowing I wasn't feeling well) offered to drive both ways. Bless you, Marcie! I got Drew up at 5:30 (yes, am) and made sure he was dressed and ready when they came to pick him up. Then I went thankfully back to bed.

I was startled awake at 6:15 when Drew's alarm for school went off, then again at 6:30 when his second alarm went off. Thankfully I drifted back to sleep, and was shocked to find that the next time I opened my eyes, it was 10:30! I haven't slept like that since college days. I used to have this "run at the speed of light for weeks, then crash for 3 solid days of sleep" thing going on. But once I had kids, that stopped. Something about waking every time you hear them turn over that alters your internal clock.

I took my time getting up, had warm tea and yogurt for breakfast, and did a lot of sitting around. It felt strange. I am so not like that. Either I am recovering from the drugs or the disturbance to my lymph system has me all off kilter. Not sure, doesn't matter. I will allow myself the luxury of a true day off.

There were projects calling my name, but I refuse to think about them. I unbox a few things in my room that have been asking to be set free and tidy up. I do a few loads of laundry, I sit and rest. I do the dishes, I sit and rest. I cook dinner, I sit and rest.

Rest is good. Maybe tomorrow after church I will rest some more. Come Monday, its back to work though. I should be OK by then.