Amen.
The ideas are nice that your religion and most religions have. I haven't found one where I feel comfortable with yet. I was raised Jewish, I tried the local Temple here and I found most of the people snotty and not welcoming. It really turned me off from religion period, for now. Although I am always searching for spirituality within myself and for my family.
I am with you about the day of rest. I gotta shop when I want. It is a need more powerful than...
I had a quiet 3 day w/e but that was because E was away on a camping trip with a "cool" family and her best friend.
Heidi, you're right on, I think. Spirituality is where it's at for me, regardless of what "brand" of religion it functions under.
Just to clarify, though--I'm not Mormon. It seems that a surefire way to get my LDS friends mad at me is to have them think I'm representing their faith--I'd be a lousy Saint. 
Lucky for you that shopping is still a form of therapy. Shopping with Luke is definitely a chore. I love the big yellow and blue box too--the one disadvantage is when your child decides to have a meltdown in the toddler bed region of the store, it's a VERY long walk to an exit. Not that I have any personal experience with this or anything. :-P [I posted a 'confession' yesterday too--parallel lives, parallel blogs.]
Shopping as therapy. I have never heard of such a thing. I must look into this. It sounds like a valuable tool.
My husband will surely thank you for the idea...
Wink, wink.
I am Mormon and Sundays are rarely a day of rest for me. Wrestling with my kids during church is often the least spiritual activity I participate in all week. So if you can find tranquility in an Ikea, God be with you!
I would say IKEA is a church. There's the ritualistic path to follow of 1) viewing the displays (the word according to IKEA), 2) eating the meatballs (the body and blood of IKEA), and 3) purchasing the products (accepting IKEA as your shopping savior), all while silently saying the odd-sounding Swedish words you see everywhere to yourself (prayer)--and finally, instead of incense, your soul is purified by the aroma of cinnamon buns as you leave.
Dude, I'm so jealous you have an Ikea. I drool over their online catalog.
"I skipped church and went shopping and am not even sorry" is SO your new T-Shirt. No need to ever excuse one's behavior for favoring the goodness that is IKEA. What's NOT to love? I'm kinda jealous there that you get the 99-cent brekkie delights. Ah, guilt-schmilt, let those who ban shopping on Sundeeees worry about it
At least at work, you don't need to wipe anyone else's butt. Yesterday I changed three dirty diapers in a half-hour and realized that if I had been at work, I'd just be finishing my coffee.
And nobody listens to me at work, either.
(Ikea as religion is genius. And is the God of Ikea testing us when he leaves a part out of the self-assembly furniture?)
I just read that last comment.
I never wiped anyone's butt at work but I sure had to kiss a few. Overall, I prefer wiping.
Sorry, lumpyheads mom. I couldn't resist.
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