Thank God for the rest...

of a Sunday afternoon. I realize that it is Monday, today, but I'm still finding myself thankful for the Rip Van Winkle nap I took yesterday afternoon. I was surprised at being so tired because it's not like I didn't sleep late practically every day of the last week while on Mountain Vacation Time.

Re-entry is pretty tough, I suppose.

After the McMeal of Friday night went well, I found myself up early on Saturday morning for the re-stocking of the pantry and refrigerator. One of the 3 essential after vacation tasks that must to occur to keep the engines of the Complete Thought household firing. And I forgot lunchmeat. That makes us one piston short.

While Saturday afternoon was fairly calm, and I did manage to lie down for a little bit, the brain would not stop with the thinking and the planning and the re-organizing of priorities for the week. Oy vey! Sometimes I wish I could take my brain out like some weird science fiction thing, plop it into a jar for a bit and really just rest.

Yes, that was a tangent.

Saturday evening we had a sweet reunion with some friends. Our boys are fabuloso friends and the mom and I have often commented on how nothing can get done in our own lives if we don't regularly feed them their fix of one another through light saber battles and Lego building marathons. She fixed a wonderful supper for us, and I was annoyed with myself for feeling so tired. She had done the work, but I felt like I'd run a five and half K thingie. So home we came where with no sense at all I fell asleep on the couch instead of going up to bed like I should have.

Sunday came in like a relief to worship with our church family again after being gone, but by lunchtime I was seriously considering an energy drink times two. I laid down on the couch with the fan on high and that was the beginning of 7 years of sleep. Or at least it felt that way.

The only interruption was Husband's television show and the boys asking for a snack. I don't remember what I mumbled to them while falling back to sleep. When Husband came to wake me for evening church, I pleaded with him to please brew a cup of black coffee for me so I could open my eyes.

What a weekend! I think I'm back on an even keel today. A friend invited us for blueberry picking so I've loaded myself with phytonutrient energy. You can tell by the purple stains around my mouth.