The Week of Robin

I crashed. And burned.

It hit me last Friday when I was rushing from one activity to the next that I had eaten a banana and a sandwich IN THE CAR for both breakfast AND supper. The exact same meal for both. And both in the car. This was exactly the kind of lifestyle that I flee from. I like all three meals hot and on the kitchen table with my family.

Don't get me wrong, I filled my week with many, many wonderful, admirable and very fun things. It was a good week. There were very good moments in each day. BUT, I kind of forgot about one thing - ME. It sounds so self-centered when I put it in print and when I say it out loud. It certainly doesn't sound very "pastor's wife-y" does it (incidently that is another thing I flee from). The reality wasn't too pretty though - I didn't work out, I was out every night (again, for some very fun and noble activities), I didn't sleep well, and I ate more than one meal in the car. Not a picture of health.

So, I came home from church and after crashing for 2 and a half hours on the couch, I woke up Sunday afternoon and declared that here-after the second week of November is "the week of Robin". I will take care of my self. I will model healthy living for my family. I will relax. I will slow down. I will enjoy my days.

And you know what, it's worked. It's been a good week. I have slowed down. I can breathe easier. And I've eaten every meal at the table with my kids.

To top it off my dear husband came home with flowers and a new mug that has my favorite bible verse on it. He's a good man. Maybe we should make the second week of December "the week of George".