Sundays...

Sundays are supposed to be a time of rest, but it never seems to work out that way. Our church, which we love, is 35 minutes away. My parents would like us to come to their house every week (another 15 in the wrong direction). My husband and I are both procrastinators when it comes to school work, so we both always have a few odds and ends to finish up to start the school week. Some rest.

More tomorrow.