|My lil peanut playing flag football.|
A typical Sunday in the Morgan household revolves around sports.
If we're not rushing from one kid's game to another, then we're buying gear for upcoming events.
|Trading in used equipment.|
|Yep, that's me.|
I don't think we've ever just kicked back and did absolutely nothing on Sundays. But that actually sounds a little boring to me.
It's all about rituals and expectations. These are what Sundays are like for us, what they've been for the past 4 or 5 years. In the beginning, I found them exhausting and wished for days that did not include racing around town to fit everything on our schedule. Sometimes, to make life a little more interesting, a birthday party or family dinner was thrown into the mix. And I had to prepare wardrobes for everyone--occasionally, Dave included--ahead of time so we could jump out and then into the appropriate clothing.
To use (how appropo, I know) a sports metaphor, life has thrown me a couple of curve balls this summer, and my sense of what is normal has been sadistically skewed. I've questioned the meaning of family for months now.
This evening I made a chocolate cake for dessert.
This is what Sunday is all about. The chocolate cake at the end of the day. We run around like maniacs, hoping for a sweet reward when all is said and done.
I've made this cake a thousands times before, and I'll gladly make it a thousand times again, if it means enjoying our Sunday rituals together.