Do you get that too?

Today we’re finally having our pajama day.
After being out and about, and running for the past two or three weeks, we’re staying at home literally in our pajamas. If it was for Evelyn, she’d stay in her pajamas every single Saturday, but even our weekends have been super busy. It’s always a battle to get her dressed on Saturdays, because in her mind it’s the day to stay at home and rest (or play). She’s taking the Sabbath seriously. Sometimes I wish I did too, after all the Bible commands us to rest.
But of course that, for me, being on my pajamas doesn’t mean I’m going to rest. It means I swept the floor on my pjs, and served breakfast the same, lunch the same, and I’m now watching a training webinar without changing my clothes, and all the tasks that I have to carry on will be done without putting proper clothes on.
Not much rest involved.
That made me reflect on a conversation that happened yesterday. Esdras was chatting with a friend at church:

“Oh so you went swimming in Norway.” our friend said.
“Yes, man. And you know what, the water was warmer than here in Ireland.” Esdras replied.
“Was it? Cool”
“It was really good.”
“So did ye go all of ye?” he said, turning to me too.
“No, it was a business trip. I was working.” Esdras replied.
“Working, I see” he laughed.
“I was! But, you know, at 5pm the office closes down, so I’m done with work and go enjoy some me time.”
“Oh, of course” turning to me again “Do you get that too?” he laughed. We all laughed. “Like, telling the kids: hey it’s 5pm now, so mommy’s gonna have some ‘me’ time.” We laughed again.

Did you laugh too? It’s probably because you know how impossible that is, having a nearly 6 year old, a 4 year old, and toddler. Or even with only one child.

Let me make some considerations before I start getting flooded with comments on how unfair it is, my husband SHOULD help because they’re his kids too etc. Even before having kids I have DECIDED to stay at home in the first years of their lives. And, honestly, it’s not even financially doable here in Ireland to “go back to work” until they are 3 because there’s no free childcare before that, and it’s quite expensive (grandparents live an ocean away.) So if I was going to work as well, I’d be basically only covering childcare costs… Not forgetting that when Esdras is at home he is a DAD and he looks after the house too. He cooks, bathes the girls and does all bedtime routine. He is a VERY present dad and husband.
What we laughed about is that the reality of any mother of young children (especially without any relatives close by, regardless if she works outside the house or not) is that this “locking the work in the office” doesn’t happen.
In the olden times, God has commanded the people of Israel to have a day of rest. They were to work for six days and rest on the seventh. I mean, women couldn’t even cook on that day, they had to cook double the day before. And for a time I did that too. There was one or two days a week when I didn’t have to cook (just reheat the food from the day before.) But even then, that was only one task I cut off my list. There’s so much work involved in mothering that I don’t see how women could obey that. I does take some preparation ahead in the other days, and probably being more organized that I’ll ever be in my entire life…
So, you see, even for a mother to have a “day of rest” (no laundry, no cooking, no school run, no outings, no wiping snotty noses or any poo) she has to work beforehand, and plan, and prepare. And even then she can’t lock the office and leave because the “work” follows her even to the toilet!

I had a great time in a trip by myself in June, but that can’t happen every week. I’m still brainstorming a way to have a day of rest every week. I need that.
I think every human being needs that. God knew that we needed to rest, I’m sure He’ll show me a way to obey that too.

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