prompts for april 2026

How do you spend your Sundays? (Check out Rojie’s prompts for April!)

No two Sundays are alike for me. I don’t have any set routines that I follow on Sundays, or any day for that matter.

When I was a kid, Sunday always meant getting up and going to church. The Grace Lutheran Church in Birch River.

It’s a tiny little church whose members included all of my family and maybe four other families.

What I really remember most is thinking the hour long service took forever and when I was really small, I’d sort of lay down-ish and rest my head on my Dad’s leg. Bored to tears.

Apparently once when I was about four years old, I was being “disruptive” and Dad took me outside during church for a spanking. But just as he was about to, (and not sure if I did this on purpose or not because I don’t remember) I pointed to a truck going by and said oh look, there’s so and so, totally mispronouncing the man’s name which caused my Dad to laugh. I think the spanking was averted.

Going home after church I recall always feeling so hungry and a bit cold. Mostly I remember stripping off the ridiculous tights we had to wear if we decided to wear a dress, the crotch of which was always hanging down to your knees at that point. Pantyhose are uncomfortable and insufferable at any age. IYKYK.

Going to church Sunday morning was part of our weekly routine until I was about eleven or twelve and when my Mom went back to work as a nurse at that point, she was working every other weekend and so we didn’t often go to church without her.

Seemed after my Grampa passed away my Dad wasn’t as interested in going to church. He and Mom did continue to go to church right up until a few years ago but only here and there, not every single Sunday.

Sundays in my life are spent catching up on tasks around the house, mixed with periods of relaxation. I try and get a workout in, which didn’t come to fruition yesterday and all day I muttered about how a mom sacrifices herself (and her figure) for her family. Putting aside what she wants, for the wants of her kids and sometimes, spouse.

After the fifth time I muttered this to myself, while unloading the dishwasher for the second time, I heard Cordelia say to Bella-Lena, ‘omg she’s been going on about this all day’ and they had a laugh while rolling their eyes. I kind of was trying to be funny but it’s true.

My Sunday consisted of cleaning my room, including vaccuming and mopping the floor, plus the same with the kitchen floor, baking banana bread, making a double batch of granola, two loads of laundry, grocery shopping and making supper. Sid had a playdate and I’d forgotten to get the snacks they requested (spoiled I know) so I had to run and grab that. Plus, helping out with Baby RR who has been sick and is a tad fussy.

Maybe I’m glad it’s Monday.