A little (um, big) migraine left me down for the count on Saturday. I am not sure what hurt more- my head or feeling my beloved weekend slipping away.
NO- I said as I turned over for another hour of sleep. BUT I could not move.
So- What did I do?
Well, upon feeling better on Sunday morning I jumped out of bed at 5:30am and commenced with an all out effort to make it fit- all my plans, intentions, and hopes for the first weekend of Spring.
I took the dogs out.
I fished the Sunday paper out of the mailbox.
And first, my sacred Sunday newspaper ritual. Nothing makes my heart swoon like coupons and the new Target ad. And I drink all that in with a big, big glass of iced coffee.
Then I had to squeeze in grocery shopping and errands. And these were the perfect fit for that-
I hopped in the car, rolled down the windows and blasted a little Dierks Bentley. And nothing but the back roads will do on a sunny Sunday morning.
Before I knew it the groceries were unloaded and put away. I changed uniforms and it was time to rake leaves.
This is me raking leaves.
I squeezed it all in. Laundry. Nesting. Dishes. Naps. Grilling. Open windows and breezes. Daffodils. The slow unfolding of the carporch. If you've been around you get the reference to that one. If you are new- I'll show you soon.
It was a tight fit. But I took a deep breath and dove right in. I squeezed the life right out of my one day, my Sunday. How about you- did you fit it all in?