It really wasn't a bad thing.
It just made it more of a challenge to work on Saturday.
Oh, blessed Sunday.
It seemed sacrilege to stay home from church on Easter Sunday, but actually observing the Sabbath and having a day of rest did so much for my soul.
My girl and I read the paper (funnies first), had monkey bread, read all 4 Gospel accounts of the Resurrection (could you IMAGINE being Mary and suddenly recognizing someone who you thought was dead was now ALIVE and standing before you?!), we sat on the couch awhile watching a few videos, I read, I rested, we took a walk, we painted, we had mac and cheese for supper and called it a day.
And now-- it's spring break!
I still have to go to work, but not having to wake up a family and motivate them toward the door and the day....
makes me feel like I'M on VACATION!