Like most people, I love the weekend. I look forward to lazy days, getting stuff done around the house days, help with minion patrol, sleeping in (I wish!) not having to get dressed unless I really want to, long runs, eating breakfast and having slow sips of coffee. Those no agenda days are simply bliss in a week filled with schedules, homework, and early bed times.
Routine has its place, to be sure, but so do big pots of simmering soup, fluffy sweaters, porch sitting and time to just be. I love the idea of Saturdays, the promise of them. Sadly, my vision of a great lazy weekend morning is never the same as my family’s.
Case in point: my son.
Clearly, giving a muddy bike a wash down is top priority. At 8am.
That sleeping in idea?! Pffft! Sleep is overrated if you ask my daughter whose sole mission in life is to ensure no one sleeps past 5:45 a.m. This little gem was at 7 a.m.:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kXqiAk7TnW4
Then of course after all that muddy fun, we had to clean up!
Hosing her down, I realize it’s now time to do laundry, throw her in a bath and possibly the dog, too. So much for that comfy sweater and a warm cup of coffee…that cup has long since gone cold!



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