I wrote this post on Friday because M and I have agreed no to turn on the computers or check email via smartphones on Sundays from now on. This last day of the weekend is reserved for us—M, Baby A and me. It’s the day that family rules.
I remember playing tennis was my mom and stepdad on Sundays when I was growing up. Afterward we would have lunch in the clubhouse together. (I know, this sounds very 90210-ish. I grew up in Palm Springs so I don’t know what to tell you.) The thing about this memory is that I remember the time very well and, if someone were to ask me about when I most felt like a family, those Sundays would be it.
Now that I have a son, I want him to have those type of memories too. Hence, No Computer Sundays. I’m not sure what we’ll do, but whatever it is we’ll be doing it as a family.