It’s Things I Love Sunday, and here is something about Sundays I love:
If I time my day perfectly. Get everything just right. And the children cooperate. Sometimes in the aftermath of lunch they are all asleep at the same time. This is my time. Time for peace. Time for quiet. Never silence. They all talk in their sleep. Sometimes one wakes and chats himself sleepily back to sleep. Sometimes one can be heard mumbling into her pillow. A car drives past. The clock ticks and assures me that I am not alone forever, only this rare and relatively short space in time. And to make the most of it.
I get all my chores done early in the morning, wash through the night so it is all ready for the line when I wake up. This way I can race out and bring it all in, sunshine fresh, as I hear the first stirrings of the afternoon wake up. My kitchen is sparkling, ready for any baking I might do on such a blissful occasion. Not today though, I made brownies last night. In the early afternoon sun I sip my hot tea, milky and sweet. All mine, no little mouth reminding me “share good girl, Mummy”. No one asking for their own “cuppotee?”. No tv, no music, no YouTube video of “Ning Nang Nong” playing on demand. Just me, my iPhone, my Kobo with a new novel ready to go, my tea and a brownie from last night’s baking. Total contentment. Because I know my babies are soon to wake, soon to need their mama, soon to pull all the toys out again. But for now, right now, this time is for me.