Day of Rest

In my “Dayjobbery” column, I must note that I work on Sundays. I head into the office on Wednesdays and most Thursdays, and also work from home. All those bits and pieces make my job a good fit for where myself and my family are these days. But it means that I work on Sundays. And when you work on Sundays and the rest of your friends and family don’t, you are at odds with their schedule.

For me, that’s just the way it is and I roll with it without a lot of whining (hush up Mister Soandso!). After all, I have Saturday with my family to do family stuff. But sometimes my dayjob adds other demands and when that happens, I go without my “weekend” or as the rest of my family call it, “Saturday.”

Today, I am feeling the effects of having been way too busy for almost a week. As I slurp down another cup of coffee and rustle about the kitchen for my eyelid-friendly toothpicks, I am really wishing I had a day of rest.

They are good things, those days of rest. So good, in fact, that just about every culture on this planet has some version of a rest period built into their schedules. Religions, cultures, babies–all recognize the need to just chill the heck out and regroup.

A writing friend of mine recently noted that he’s getting a bit crispy around the edges and is looking at his priorities…a possible reshuffling of priorities is on his personal horizon. Reading that tweet, most of us uttered a collective “oh no!” and yet I applaud his recognition of his need for a sabbatical of sorts from his life as he knows it now.

I raise my fist in solidarity with my friend and may or may not be holding an adult beverage in that fist. (Just joking, it’s 9:30 am; any drink I’m hoisting is caffeine infused to be sure.)

The way my schedule has evolved the past year or so is:

Monday, Tuesday: Do all the family/household things! Laundry, grocery shopping, vacuuming, dusting, yada yada yada. I try to get a start on some of this on Sunday nights, but it seems that when my week starts with this focus, the week goes a bit more smoothly.

Wednesday, Thursday: In the office with my dayjob. My work day is still limited by the school bus schedule and after school activities so my traditional day in the office looks nothing like back in my stint in Cube-Land. But that’s okay, I don’t miss those oatmeal-colored walls one bit!

Friday: Even split between house/home/work.

Saturday: hang with family, a few loads of laundry, projects I need Mister Soandso’s sexy muscles to accomplish.

Sunday: In the office.

Monday – Sunday: Edit as needed for my editorial boss and write in fits and starts whenever I can, usually after 11 pm.

No wonder today I’m dying. I need a better Day of Rest than catching a brief moment where I can and dreaming of a vacation which requires a bikini and a tube of sunscreen.

I’ve recently started tracking my time resources and it’s been a bit of an eye opener. But it also is making me wonder how I can reshuffle so that there are bigger chunks of me time. I may not get a Day of Rest, but can I create some mini-days-of-restful-moments? Perhaps if I actually take certain chunks of time as Moments of Rest, they will have the collective rejuvenating effect?

I’m not sure but I am hopeful that I can. Either that or I can find a stronger form of coffee that I can choke down sans sugar and cream.

2 thoughts on “Day of Rest

  1. We try to do all the things and new things keep getting added onto time available for all things, and every now and then we run smack-dab(not just smack, mind you), “smack-dab” into the law of diminishing returns.

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