Sunday’s coming

All week long this saying has been bouncing around my head. Credit to the original writer, S.M. Lockridge, for his vivid word picture in his message it’s Friday . . . but Sunday’s coming! A reminder that we have glorious hope in the midst of our troubles.

Not to be sacrilegious, but I am soooo looking forward to this Sunday, because the laundry baskets are overflowing, I vacuum without effect, dishes become dirty as soon as I wash them, but praise God, Sunday is coming and this Sunday finally brings back Amy, my housekeeper.

7 weeks of us at home 24/7 with no outside help, teenage boys that have a different definition of clean than I do, and I’m am holding on by my fingernails, waiting for Sunday to come. We’ve mopped, scrubbed, dusted and sorted, but she is a professional and we are professional mess makers apparently.

Is our quarantine lifted? Not quite, but with Ramadan here, restrictions are easing. We are now allowed to exercise in the area of our home, in groups of up to 3 people, as long as everyone is wearing masks and keeping distance. We still are home all day long, but we can make trips out of the house until 10pm instead of 8pm. Hey, every little bit counts! Malls are preparing to reopen in a limited capacity, with restricted numbers and restaurants at only 30% occupancy. But it’s Ramadan! So daytime restaurant opening is quite novel in itself.

Of all the hassles of this quarantine, the biggest burden on the household and the most conflict has been over cleaning and laundry. Amy takes our mess and puts everything in order, spotless, and where I can find it. She brings us peace.

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We have another High School graduate. This week is Carter’s last week of classes and today we were required to film us handing him his diploma so they can edit the pieces together and show it at fake/virtual graduation. We’re hoping for an in-person ceremony in June (even a stripped down version would be more satisfying than CouchGraduation), but I’m putting the odds at 20% or less at the moment.

It appears that I am putting as much effort into my look as I am into housecleaning this week. The activity of today was venturing out, after dark, to go into a coffee place (rather than just drive up and order from the car) so Josh could buy special filters. Then we ordered a coffee to go and drove home. Living on the wild side these days!

Edited to show a live update: why I am longing for Sunday. I asked the boys to clean the kitchen before they went to bed last night. I walked into the kitchen this morning to this. They loaded the dishwasher and touched nothing else. Good enough, right?

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