When I read A Year of Living Biblically, I was intrigued with Jacobs' struggle over observing the sabbath. According to Jewish tradition, he wasn't supposed to do any type of work at all - no cooking, no driving, no checking e-mails. It was supposed to be a day of rest and reflection and worship. He had a very, very hard time with taking Saturdays off, and I think I would, too.
Sunday is generally my day to catch up on things that didn't get done during the week. We usually spend Saturday playing or going to birthday parties or doing family things, so Sunday is my only day to get things done. Plus, B makes a real effort to not work on Sundays, which means he's home to marshall the troops.
Take yesterday, for example. I folded a record 11 baskets of laundry - a 12th load is still in the dryer. I ran out of steam before I could get that load folded and everything put away; that's on the agenda for today. Plus I cleaned the kitchen twice and vacuumed the house and mopped the kitchen, office and living room. Of course, the kids, who had been playing in mud in the back yard, came tromping through almost immediately. I also went to the grocery store and bought what I hope is a week's worth of food. Phew.
But because I'd done all this work, I didn't feel guilty in the least about feeding the kids left-overs on paper plates. And I sat and knit for an hour without worrying about leaving chores undone.
The best part, though, is knowing that I'm starting the week caught up. All the laundry is pretty much done. The house is clean, and the pantry is stocked. For one day, I can feel like I'm on top of things.