The shrieking of my alarm clock is not what wakes me up.
I get to slowly sip my first cup of Jo.
And then another one, if I want.
I take a loooong, steamy shower, which may or may not involve confronting the monopoly of leg hair that has accumulated during the previous week.
I put curlers in my little girl's hair, and I can even take the time to paint her nails.
I have enough time to make something real for my kids for breakfast.
I get to see my peeps at church.
I get to worship God - like I am the only one sitting at His feet.
The sounds of football games sweep through my house for hours on end. There may not be any other sound that relaxes me like the sound of a good football game.
The kids play out in the backyard all afternoon, with only minor sichoos needing my attention.
I clean, do laundry, and feel incredibly productive.
I light candles because I know we'll be home long enough to enjoy them.
My list gets checked, and checked, and checked.
Today, I checked these:
1. Mending: basket of clothes.
2. Vacuum under bedroom and living room furniture.
3. Go through kids' closets, removing warm weather, smallish, and ruined clothing.
4. Reorganize pots and pans.
My house sparkles like a model home - if only for a little while on Sunday afternoons.
The dishes are done. The backpacks are ready for school. All laundry is put away. Clothes for tomorrow are ironed and set out neatly on the couch. My house smells like autumn spices and cleanliness. Yummmmm....
Sunday is the one day of the week that I feel like I've got it all together.
And to reward myself, I have drawn up a piping hot bubble bath that I will soak in right after the Cowboy game ends.
See? I love Sundays.
1 comment:
Wow. I like your Sundays, too. That's not how my Sundays go!
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