Ah, Saturday mornings. Delightful Saturdays mornings. I long for you all week. You are always welcomed in my heart (and my calendar) especially since you bring your buddy Sunday morning.
We have finally found a good routine for Saturday mornings. The boys are old enough that they can wander out and find some cereal themselves and entertain themselves with their Kindles (don’t start with me, hippies. I’ll defend some appropriately used screen time to my death). This is especially handy as Chaos still wakes up at 4:30-5:30 am each morning, and isn’t old enough to appreciate Mama’s love-fest with Saturday mornings. Mayhem sleeps in longer, but that drive for breakfast always gets him moving long before The Hubs and I would like to greet the world. With Baby Sprocket joining the family in a few months, I will miss the sweet simpleness on our weekend mornings.
The Hubs, delightful man that he is, brings me coffee in bed where we drink it and watch The Today Show (it’s a delightful pleasure of mine that is denied to me by that whole j-o-b thing). We talk and lounge and basically get some time to reconnect. Again- this whole Saturday morning this is a thing of beauty.
Saturday mid-mornings usually roll around with The Hubs making breakfast while I start tackling The Laundry Monster and wandering our house putting away the gagillion billion things that have migrated out of their spots and ended up on my vertical spaces.
(I don’t remember which decluttering/Minimalist/dechaosing site uses the whole horizontal spaces thing. But basically, horizontal spaces must be defended! The Hubs knows that the state of our kitchen island is directly related to the level of nuttiness that I’m going to exhibit. We must protect the island! )
So mid-morning finds me ambling around muttering “What the hell” to myself and complaining about all the stuff we have. At least the mornings are blissful. 🙂
