Important note to self:
Kids have very little respect for the time-honored tradition of sleeping in on a Saturday morning. And just because Troy and I stay up until well near midnight, snuggling on the couch and watching a movie, the internal clock of our two-year-old will not adjust itself to compensate for this wild act of self-indulgence. It is also imperative to remember that at 6:00am, following an evening of romantic popcorn munching, that same said two-year-old (when brought into bed with us) will not be lured into dreamland by my heavy breathing and clamped shut eyelids. But then, really, what better way is there to shake off the exhaustion of yet another hectic week than to be serenaded by sounds of Mary dramatically stretching, Elijah tossing out trivia questions regarding King Ahab and Jezebel (questions I don’t know the answers to, and if I were more awake would inquire why he does), Benji finally offering his new Transformer toy to Elijah to play with (for just a little bit), and Priscilla (a girl after my own heart) dozing away in her bedroom oblivious to the noise and commotion?
It is a frigid morning here in Indiana - a dreary, icy, “keep your jammies on” sort of day. And were all home together with no concrete plans in sight. The coffee is hot, the possibilities are limitless, and I am deliriously contented.
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At its best our age is an age of searchers and discoverers, and at its worst, an age that has domesticated despair and learned to live with it happily.
Kids have very little respect for the time-honored tradition of sleeping in on a Saturday morning. And just because Troy and I stay up until well near midnight, snuggling on the couch and watching a movie, the internal clock of our two-year-old will not adjust itself to compensate for this wild act of self-indulgence. It is also imperative to remember that at 6:00am, following an evening of romantic popcorn munching, that same said two-year-old (when brought into bed with us) will not be lured into dreamland by my heavy breathing and clamped shut eyelids. But then, really, what better way is there to shake off the exhaustion of yet another hectic week than to be serenaded by sounds of Mary dramatically stretching, Elijah tossing out trivia questions regarding King Ahab and Jezebel (questions I don’t know the answers to, and if I were more awake would inquire why he does), Benji finally offering his new Transformer toy to Elijah to play with (for just a little bit), and Priscilla (a girl after my own heart) dozing away in her bedroom oblivious to the noise and commotion?
It is a frigid morning here in Indiana - a dreary, icy, “keep your jammies on” sort of day. And were all home together with no concrete plans in sight. The coffee is hot, the possibilities are limitless, and I am deliriously contented.
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At its best our age is an age of searchers and discoverers, and at its worst, an age that has domesticated despair and learned to live with it happily.
2 comments:
Molly, you're hilarious. I knew that sleeping in was not an option post-children but I didn't know popcorn munching could be romantic at any time. I'll have to keep that in mind. But wait...what if your husband smacks? I guess you can't hear it over your own smacking (?).
As for Elijah and the story of Jezebel, it would lead a (well-rested) person to wonder....
Oh yes, Julia! Throw a foot rub in there and you are looking at an evening of euphoria(that is if either of us can stay awake through an entire movie).
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