Day of Rest?

Ok, so anyone who has kids knows that the whole "Sunday is a day of rest" mantra is junk. It's no different than any other day except you schedule church instead of parties and you eat at home rather than running to the local fast food joint because you're so dang sick of cooking. If you're the chef, you day is definitely full of responsibilities. If you have a calling, you're not off the hook either - teaching, playing piano, attending meetings before and after church, trying to make it down the hallway avoiding eye contact with all you pass hoping no one will say "Siiister Riiiiddddlle" before you can make it out the door. Since that pretty much encompasses everyone actively involved with church, Sunday is really a day of labor, with the Lord in mind.

We do try to be as lazy as possible, but our efforts are usually thwarted by Lexi's energy level. We don't usually do much work (you know, other than planning and staggering morning showers, making breakfast, getting Lexi ready, packing the diaper bag, going in and out of sacrament so many times it counts as a cardio workout, shlepping 3 bags that weigh about 10 lbs. each to, all around, and from church, trying to keep Lexi up for the drive home, getting her down once we get home, getting her back out 1/2 hour later because she has woken up, getting the meat out for dinner, marinading said meat, setting the table, playing with Lexi, cooking dinner, eating dinner while wrangling the ever messy 2 year old, doing dishes, bathing Lexi, and finally, putting her down), but we do tinker a bit and wrap up the easier parts of the big projects we may have tackled earlier in the weekend. For us, that was raking the playground area and laying out the plastic wrap. All in all, it took about 10 minutes of time. Now, we'll spend tomorrow putting together the monstrosity.

Oops...I lied. As I write this, I hear the rototiller going. Guess we'll be farther along than I thought.