11.17 am, Saturday morning. All’s quiet on the home front, except for the sound of the fridge. At the kitchen table, cup of tea on my left, cell phone on my right (can’t NOT have it close by!). The kids are asleep still. SWEET!
Being married with kids, a family of 5, is a busy state of being. Constantly on the go: work, church, homework, doctors and dentists. Trip to the dollar store to get bits and bobs for someone’s project. LAUNDRY, COOKING AND CLEANING! OH MY! Yeh, it’s a bit much, I’d say.
But Saturday mornings are blissssss…… No matter how late I go to bed on Friday night (or morning), I always pop up by about 7 or 8. Sleeping in went the way of the Dodo bird when these guys were babies, so waking up early is not so much an option, as a reflex. But, as I was saying: blisssss….Everyone is still a-bed, so I slip downstairs to make some tea and have a quiet breakfast on my own. This is an important point, and here’s why. Once any or all of them get up, I become Alice from The Brady Bunch. Taking orders and making variations of the same breakfast. One wants eggs and toast, one just toast, one wants eggs and ham. By the time I’ve made my breakfast, they’ve finished. And even then I can’t sit in peace, because there’s just so much talk and whatnot.
No. Give me a silent Saturday morning, where I can sip my tea, and look out into the backyard. Or sit on the porch in the summer listening to birds twittering and tweeting in my front yard tree. This is my time to size up my day, go over lists of things to do, or sit back and….what’s that called again? Where you open a book and you go over the words…?? Oh yeh, READ!
11.31 am. Hmmm. Still quiet. What do you think my chances are of making it to noon?