Sunday Evening Coffee Musings

Close up of cup of coffee with pink roseThis post started out as Sunday Morning coffee musings.  But I just didn’t have time so when I got home from church and had some lunch and a fresh cup of java at my side I started to write.  I was so sleepy that Sunday Afternoon coffee wasn’t happening.  I decided a nice little nap was in order.  4 hours later it had been a Sunday afternoon snooze & snore fest!  I really did need it though so I’m not complaining.  In fact I feel great now.  So, it is Sunday Evening coffee musings.

I really enjoyed that message at church, it was very well done and delivered as always.  It gave me so much to think about this week when it comes to God ordained that we should work, be it at home or in an office, and we should be doing our work to His glory.  It has me thinking a lot!  I also very much enjoy that my children and I are once again attending the same church and hearing the same message.  Most Sundays we go out for lunch afterward which is very nice as well, though today was an exception.  I marvel as I sit there with them, watching them interact with their spouses and children, that it seems like yesterday they were in diapers, and now they are parents themselves.  Life is so short.

What is it with dogs?  You send one outside to go, and said puppy REALLY has to poo.  Do they just get to the yard and go?  NOPE!  They still, despite how badly they need to potty, will search over and over in a pattern, circling over an area as many as 20 times (yes I have counted and sometimes it is over that number) until they find just the right square inch to deposit upon.  Imagine if we did that?  In our house there is a bathroom off of the kitchen at the bottom of the steps going up to the upper level of the house.  At the top of the 6 or 7 steps is another bathroom outside of the 2 bedrooms on the west wing as I call it.  Now, picture a human being running from one bathroom to the other, up and down the stairs, or from west wing to east to the bathroom off the master bedroom, back and forth again and again before deciding which potty was the best, cleanest, smelled prettiest…whatever is is that would decide. Or perhaps in a public restroom, wandering in and out of each empty stall until you find the perfect one?  Heck in today’s society the decision probably comes down to which one has the best wifi reception on a cell phone so you can pass the time reading Facebook or playing Candy Crush Saga.   Odd creatures these canines.

I need to really think through the whole Sunday being a day of rest idea.  Usually I would be working on something for one of my direct sales businesses or my classes I am taking.  I justified it that because I am done raising my kids, and I’m not in a relationship, that I needed to use the time to continue getting things done.  I rarely just sit and read for pleasure, or like today, nap!  REST.  I have had to force myself to not open up homework or the work email, and just enjoy the day of mental and physical down time.  I don’t consider writing a task, this is therapy for me so blogging is okay.

This day is quickly drawing to a close, so it is off to prepare for tomorrow, to take on my job, #workinglikeaboss, and being marvelous.  Jammies and a good book with a hot cup of Chamomile and Valerian root tea to help me sleep soundly through the night.


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  1. my children will come all the way upstairs — even though there is a perfectly good bathroom downstairs – just to go pee in the bathroom they “really like.” baffles me. And my son will only poop in the downstairs one, and has amassed quite the collection of comics down there. I think dogs might be easier – ha!
    Sunday’s are rarely a day of rest, and I so wish that they could be. I don’t do any cleaning or laundry, but I do still have children to feed so a limited amount of work has to be done. But we are often socializing – which I sometimes do find to be work.

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