Sunday Struggle

     I don't want to be here doing this blog.  Sundays at the Musick household have a long standing tradition for being "nap" sacred.  From lunch until family walk time, anyone in the house over the age of 40 and under the age of 5 takes a nap.  We take the Sabbath seriously, and any deviation from the norm causes major rebellion.  I am not taking a snooze on this cool and rainy afternoon, and I am NOT happy about it.

     The whole problem started last night.  On a normal weekend the Musick teens and parentals enjoy a Netflix movie after the Little Munchkins are in bed.  We don't have a TV, so this once a week ritual is our opportunity to watch Psych, Monk, a good movie, and our most recent find - Chuck.  This weekend Hannah and I attended the Joyce Meyer's Women's Conference and were not home on Friday night.  No Chuck.  Saturday nights we are supposed to go to bed early so we can get to church on time, but this past Saturday we wanted to relax after the long conference and decided to "Chuck it up".  Bad idea, because although each of us might have a modicum of self-control, as a group we revert to the least common denominator.

     Before we started Chucking we unanimously agreed to watch one show, or at the most two.  After the second show two of us were stalwart in our intent to stop, but a unnamed family derelict said he needed to know what happened next (the fact that there is only one human male living in our house at the moment might give away too much as to who this was, but don't think about it too hard).  After the third show, the youngest member of our Chuck clan pushed the play button for the fourth episode, and the rest of us did not have the energy to refute the action.  Thus we went from a 45 minute break to a 3 hour break.

     Going to bed way too late, we were 25 minutes late for church today.  Now, instead of counting sheep, I am making sure I know enough about blogging to instruct my students in said exercise on the morrow.  Was the late night worth it - I have to say yes.  Family time is precious, and life is for living in and through the distractions.  I can sleep another time.

     There.  I survived.  My first blog is "in the bag", and I might even have time to squeeze in a trip to dreamland before the natives get restless.

Happy ZZZZZZZZZs and blissful blogging,
HRM