Lazy Sundays

On any given weekend, you'll find either Cristina or I working, or our entire little family spending the day out and about with our parents. Today, however, we did absolutely nothing and I was reminded of just how rehabilitative a lazy Sunday can be.

We're not quite sure if it was sickness induced laziness, or another disorder that presents with bouts of napping, pantry raiding and Netflix binge watching, but treating the first day of Spring as if it were a city-wide snow day might not be a bad family tradition to start.

I can't say everyone in the apartment was as unproductive as Cristina and I, though. Darc decided to help Millie overcome her fear of using her own two feet and from the looks of it, my role as giant robot controlled by the flick of grimy, chocolate covered fingers might be coming to an end.

Growing up, I remember Sundays being reserved for laundry, the occasional trip to the grocery store and pretty much anything else my stay-at-home mom needed done to get 3 brats and my dad through the week stress-free. Even now, I don't recall wearing a wrinkled pair of jeans (I was the dork with the crease down the front of the pants) or not having either a nutritiously packed lunch, or money to buy the exact opposite - at the time, I was convinced cheese fries and pizza was a food group. 

After seeing how cathartic doing nothing can be, we'll definitely be doing this more often. And just so my kids don't grow up oblivious to the importance of good hygiene and preparation, we might do a load of laundry or bake some cookies and call it "meal prep."