wEeKeND re-CAp
The weekend was all I dreamed it would be.
We rolled out of bed at 10am on Saturday morning; 9:30am on Sunday. Zippidy-do-dah!
We rolled out of bed at 10am on Saturday morning; 9:30am on Sunday. Zippidy-do-dah!
Talk about de-LIGHT-ful. I just laid in bed. Forever. Slowly waking up. Opening my eyes. Oh, and then closing them ---- JUST BECAUSE I COULD. And then re-opening them. And picking up my book and reading 'til I needed a Diet Coke. My favorite, most perfect way to wake up.
I think if you asked a million mothers, you'd get a million different responses as to the hardest part of mothering, but up there near the top of every mom's list would be sleep-deprivation. SLEEP ISSUES. Lack of sleep. Interrupted sleep. Abrupt awakening. No napping. Ditto. Repeat a million times over. And that is my number one hardest thing about being a mommy. {Although it is getting so much easier as every month passes.}
You see, I have sleep issues and I'm the first to admit it. My ideal day incluldes sleeping in, napping and staying up extraordinarily late. I hate the PROCESS of waking up. I just want to slowly come to life. It's about the only thing I want to do slowly. Waking up is hard to do; especially times two children.
I think if you asked a million mothers, you'd get a million different responses as to the hardest part of mothering, but up there near the top of every mom's list would be sleep-deprivation. SLEEP ISSUES. Lack of sleep. Interrupted sleep. Abrupt awakening. No napping. Ditto. Repeat a million times over. And that is my number one hardest thing about being a mommy. {Although it is getting so much easier as every month passes.}
You see, I have sleep issues and I'm the first to admit it. My ideal day incluldes sleeping in, napping and staying up extraordinarily late. I hate the PROCESS of waking up. I just want to slowly come to life. It's about the only thing I want to do slowly. Waking up is hard to do; especially times two children.
I am a closet snooze-button-hitter. Actually, forget the closet. I'm an out-in-the-open-snooze-button-hitter. No hiding it. If you have to wake up at a predetermined time, hitting the snooze button, in my estimation, is the best way to wake up. I can't do abrupt. I hate abrupt. So while on the surface the alarm clock might SEEM to be abrupt, with the snooze button pressed you can buy yourself some serious time. {Like, I used to hit the snooze button for an HOUR before rolling out of bed. Showers are over-rated when you can get an extra nine minutes of sleep!}
So you can only imagine the tizzy I fell into when motherhood arrived. Wait. WHAT? No sleeping in any more? Bye-bye nappy naps? You've gotta be kiddin' me!
Okay, so you're getting the picture that sleep is a big deal to me. So that's why this weekend was amazing. I slept in TWICE IN A ROW. I closed my eyes for a wee bit of shut eye in the MIDDLE OF THE AFTERNOON. I stayed up late. Bliss.
Okay, so you're getting the picture that sleep is a big deal to me. So that's why this weekend was amazing. I slept in TWICE IN A ROW. I closed my eyes for a wee bit of shut eye in the MIDDLE OF THE AFTERNOON. I stayed up late. Bliss.
Besides sleeping, we did do other fun things like eating out for breakfast and bike riding through the woods.
Fun times with friends.
And I must say that Becky's home is like a spa/resort. It's so beautiful it could be in a fancy-pants home magazine. Little touches of loveliness everywhere you look. Candles. Fire place. A tub large enough to house a small army. Flowers and glass. All in a delicious colour palette. Blues. Greens. Purples.
We were spoiled.
We admit it. We {think we} deserved it. We {desperately} needed it.
And we really, really, {REALLY}, LOVE Aunt Becky.