To me, a Sunday well spent always starts off with the laziest of mornings. Regardless of if I still wake up at the crack of dawn (damn you body clock!), it is of utmost importance that I lay in bed for as long as possible and have a cup of tea (or two). After all, Sunday is the day of rest and it would be rude not to, right? And you know what they say, “A Sunday well spent brings a week of content”.
No matter how many times we tell ourselves that we’ll have a full on lazy day this week, we always end up having an abundance of places to go, people to see and things to do to prepare for the week ahead (be it our food, mind or souls). So slow Sundays are a rare and beautiful thing in the Minter-Monk residence.
Last weekend was my first full weekend at home post Christmas/Vegas/Cabo madness and after jet lag paying me a lovely visit for the majority of the week, it’s safe to say that I was more than ready for snoozy mornings and two days of doing sweet FA. Cue Mr Monk…
*Insert exhibit A*. Everything may seem calm, collected and full of life but don’t let this photo fool you. Oh no, for all was not what it may seem. You see, last Saturday the flat was like Piccadilly Circus at the grand old time of 2:30am thanks to a highly intoxicated Mr Monk, who had refused to take his keys out and promised that he would get the last train home (which in hindsight was a recipe for disaster from the off). So after spending my Sunday morning in the lounge, secretly wishing a hangover to end all hangovers onto the sidepiece after the debacle of the night before, I realised that my get up and go had got up and went without me.
Eventually Joe decided to join the land of the living (inevitably feeling a tad worse for wear) and decided that he wanted, no needed to go for a walk, despite the fact that it was chucking it down with rain. Now I admit that the thought didn’t exactly entice me at first but I agreed that it would do us both the world of good.
You see, when Joe and I first got together, one of the things that we loved to do was to go on long walks and adventures in the Forest. For some reason when we moved in together this stopped and in truth we rarely find, nor make the time to just be outside and explore. We’re incredibly lucky that behind our little flat is the most amazing wood, that somehow I had only been to once in the year and a half that we have lived here.
For the first time in as long as I can even begin to remember, we let ourselves get lost in the world around us. It was weird in a way, as all of the stresses and worries that I’d been having recently (thanks to the constant 100mph brain of mine) seemed to just disappear and I simply just let go, just for a little while. We spent hours just walking, talking and laughing (mostly discussing how we could definitely live out here if the world ended up like The Walking Dead).
We came across countless hidden gems and natural beauties that made us both just stop and stare. I didn’t realise how much I take the beauty of nature for granted – how did I not realise that there was all of this and more, practically in my back garden! Take this part for example – doesn’t it look like it was cut straight from a scene in The Jungle Book?
As we were walking along, ducking and dodging branches, there was one that I came across that really caught my eye and practically smacked me in the face with its beauty (after a close call of walking straight into it). This moment in particular really sticks in my mind and makes me smile to myself whenever I think about it. Not to mention the fact that after thousands of attempts, I managed to get a photo that I’m actually pretty proud of.
Once we had (eventually) found our way home, we got our comfies on and both felt like we had a new lease of life. Food prepping was done, house work was done and we both went to bed feeling ready for the week ahead.
Now fast forward to this weekend. Joe and I have spent our Sunday moping around the flat feeling sorry for our poorly selves. We had a jam packed morning planned doing odd jobs around the flat, before heading off to one of my beautiful gal’s surprise birthday drinks, but unfortunately our body’s had other ideas. So instead we’ve spent the day bed/sofa bound, moaning about how rubbish it is feeling poorly on a weekend. But despite the fact that the weekend hasn’t quite gone to plan, I’m determined to make the most it. I’m thinking countless cups of tea, a hot bath (accompanied by a Lush bath bomb of course!) and an early night – just what the Doctor ordered.
What’s your idea of a Sunday well spent?
Monday – I’m (almost) ready for you! Here’s to a week of content!