Three-Day Weekends should ALWAYS start on Friday!

I'm sure you've had "those days" too.

Those days when you've awoken to the dreaded alarm and all you want to do is dive deeper into your flannel cocoon. 

Those days when the 5:00 alarm is just another reminder that you're not yet "living the dream."
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It's one of those days... the day after a holiday that came after a weekend. It's not Monday, but it feels worse than Monday. It's the Tuesday after a three-day weekend.

Personally, I think all holidays should be scheduled for Friday's. Give me an extra day BEFORE the weekend.

Sunday is the day of rest in my house. It is the Sabbath. I take "resting" from the cares of the world very seriously on Sunday. I enjoy going to church with my family. And, normally, the next day I'm ready to go back to work because I've had a Day of Rest to recover from Saturday's "Honey-Do" list.

Saturday, I mowed the lawn. I have a self-powered mower, but it's a big lawn. My pedometer tells me I walked over 12,000 steps mowing my lawn. I grew up mowing a 1 acre lawn on a riding mower (it still took about 90 minutes) so you can guess I'm not partial to lawn maintenance. 

After the lawn, my family ate lunch and then ran our Saturday errands (grocery shopping, etc.) After which I took our kids to the Museum of Natural Curiosity at Thanksgiving Point (a place they love to go.) and spent what felt like hours there.

I was pretty tired after the museum, so by the time we got home for dinner we were all ready to eat and then cuddle up to a movie together. 

Bedtime never comes soon enough for me after a day of running around and "fun". So, eventually, the time came to send the kids to bed and rub my wife's feet. We're currently watching the series "Chuck" on Netflix, so (lucky her) she gets 45 minutes per foot.

So that was Saturday!

Then, Sunday we had a nice, quiet, relaxing day. Went to church. had lunch, chilled on the couch, had dinner, chilled on the couch some more, and went to bed.

Then Monday... the "Day Off". The day started with a Daddy-Daughter Birthday Breakfast with one of my girls (a tradition I started when they turned 4). Just the birthday boy/girl and me going out to breakfast at the restaurant of their choice. 

Then my oldest son and I got a haircut together. By the time we got home from Great Clips (don't judge). After the haircut I took my birthday girl to get a new helmet to go along with her new bike. Plus, I needed some coarse sandpaper for my afternoon. 

I spent it sanding down the wooden play structure in our yard preparing it for painting. My wife and I spent several hours and a half dozen sanding pads ridding the slats, railings and posts of burrs and splinters.

But, at least now, the "Fort" as we've come to call it is ready for a coat of deck paint to protect it from the winter snows, summer sun and further warping from exposure to that scary, new phenomenon that seems to be putting more and more millennials into a tizzy: The Four Seasons!

However, I still wish I had another Sunday to recover from a long day of "Fun".