Our traditional late day breakfast of pancakes and coffee served up to the most ferocious of appetites. Each Sunday I mutter at myself in wonder that I haven't put most of it together the day before. Why am I always starting from scratch when I know we're starving and impatient? My usual denial of the best laid plans. Artful procrastination.
Sometimes K, takes the kids off for an afternoon activity or for a visit with their Nana giving me an opportunity for some peace and quiet. I usually spend that time planning or implementing meal preparations or baking treats for the kids lunches for the week ahead. Today is no different.
I'm getting an extra special treat today. The windows are all open and I'm enjoying picking at the oatmeal cookie dough while also enjoying a nice cold beer. My birds are carrying on a cheerful dialogue. Robbins are bobbing about in the back yard. This morning I spotted some herbs poking their sleepy tendrils up through the spring-time debris. The wafts of BBQ on the breeze and dogs giving each other the what-for from behind their perspective fences. The world is waking up all around me and it's a fabulous thing to witness.
I am so grateful for my time alone to cherish it outside of my normal chaotic rush. I get the chance to take a deep breath and linger. I get to imagine the smiles on my boys faces as they race up the drive to greet me with news of their happenings. I look forward to kissing my husband a welcome back and folding my family back into their home, under my wing.
But for the next hour, I'll just enjoy watching the sunlight stream across the room and fall into a big puddle of warmth on the hallway floor with that old wiener dog sprawled top side down, in the middle. He's dreaming lazy dog dreams of greatness. On a day like today, anything is possible.