Happy Sunday Scribblings!
Sunday mornings seem more chaotic than the rest of the week. My husband and I (pictured left) try to stay in bed as long as possible but with two kids under three-years old, that's never easy. However, I usually get to sleep in since I take the kids on Saturday.
But I have a few quiet moments now, so here are a few things I'm grateful for on Sunday mornings.
1. Ella now sleeps in her own bed. She slept with us until she turned one year old. And while we enjoyed having her with us, we missed stretching out. In fact, the only one stretching out was Ella who liked to lay horizontally between us.
2. A hot cup of tea with lemon and sugar that my husband brings to me once he's settled the kids.
3. The Sunday Boston Globe. Rarely do I read the newspaper during the week, but I know I've had quality time to read when my fingers are covered with newspaper ink.
4. Pancakes. My son likes to read the ingredients (well, he shows me the pictures on the back of the box), and flip the pancakes on the griddle. If one day Alex came to me and said he wanted to be a chef, I'd be ecstatic.
5. Sunday Scribblings. This one goes without saying. But since I write a lot of poetry, the chance to express myself in essays and musings has been immensely rewarding.
6. Starbucks. Later this morning, I'll sneak out while the kids nap and write a poem. Or read. Or people watch. Doesn't matter what I do--it's my time and I protect it tooth and nail.
7. Late morning walks. We haven't done this in a while, but it's probably time for us to start stretching our legs after being couch potatoes all morning! (Pun intended.)