We were heading down the hill towards church on Sunday and had only gone a few blocks when I knew that there was zero chance that I would last all the way through the service. I was already drenched in sweat and hadn't even walked through the front door. So I told John to turn around and drop me off at home, and then he could zip down to Mass.
At least one of us would make it.
After returning home and settling myself into my recliner, and allowing myself a brief mental tantrum, my thoughts turned to problem solving mode. Because there simply must be a way to avoid my Sunday morning crash and burn episodes, I reasoned.
I was perplexed as to why SUNDAYS? Why church? There were lots of other events that I can get myself to on other days of the week with a measure of success -- like medical appointments. Blech. This seemed so illogical that I could muster up energy to be poked, prodded, prescribed more pills and pay big bucks in a doctor's office, but my reserves seemed to evaporate when going to see my friends to pray and sing together in a spirituality joyful and uplifting hour.
I wonder if the reason that Sunday mornings are so hard is because we usually try to do some fun things on Friday evenings and during the day on Saturdays. Guess it only makes sense that by Sunday I'd be dragging. And while the other weekend events are sweatshirt/jeans/no makeup type events, I usually try to spiff up just a little bit for church. Sometimes I even shower. And of course all of that takes energy which I've already spent earlier. So the logical solution would be to cut back on other activities on Friday and Saturday.
But the thing is, I WANT TO DO ALL OF THE FUN STUFF ON ALL OF THE DAYS.
Wah. Wah wah wah.
After John came home I asked him if he thought anyone would notice if I attended Mass in my jammies. Because I could get out of bed, brush my teeth, run a comb through my hair, and then just GO. Simple and requiring a minimum of energy, right? John just humored me by laughing skeptically.
Maybe I should modify a strategy that I used in college: if my friends and I wanted to go out on the town on the night before we needed to be up extra early for our classes spent on the hospital units the next day, after our carousing when I returned to the dorm in the wee hours, I would put on everything that went under my student nurse uniform: my white pantyhose, a slip, and a bra, and hop into bed for a few hours sleep. Then when my alarm clock went off all I had to do was throw my white uniform on over the top of everything, lace up my shoes, plop my nursing cap on my head and I was off.
Wonder what I would look like rolling into church next Sunday if I slept in dress pants and a sweater on Saturday night? Then after getting out of bed, all I'd need is my shoes and a comb through my hair.
I may have to experiment. I'll keep y'all posted.