Since I’ve become a pastor’s wife, Sundays are no longer Sabbath for me and for Rob. On Sundays, we used to sleep in til 9:00 (that’s late for us) and get up to get ready for church. We went to worship. We chatted with people in church and catch up on the news. After church, I made lunch and then we relaxed. I probably made dinner in the crockpot or in the oven. I called my parents from time to time. We read the Sunday newspaper. That’s it. Granted, there were times that I did lesson plans and grading when I didn’t get them done on Friday evenings.

No more sleeping in, no more newspaper reading, no more drinking coffee leisurely, no more Sabbath on Sundays…  I get up early on Sunday mornings with Rob. He looks over his Sunday School lesson, the prayer list, the announcements, and his to-do list. I make breakfast and coffee. If I didn’t make the bulletins before, I make them. Then I make coffee at the church. He teaches the high school Sunday School class. I help out with the Sunday School class. We talk with people. I get water for Rob. We talk again. Then it’s worship. After worship, more socialization. Then we go home to have lunch. After lunch, Rob tries to take a nap unless he has things that he needs to do. I do the same. Then I make dinner. We usually try to catch time to watch the Simpsons, if it’s on. Rob usually tries to take Sabbath on Mondays; I try to take mine on Saturdays, provided that nothing comes up.