Basking in that Sunday Glow

Tammy Predovic — Sun, 15 May 2011 16:19:00 GMT

Nothing beats a good, no make that great, Sunday!

I'm normally a night owl. I despise waking up to a bright morning, having that bright light draw me out of my blissful sleep. I'd rather burrow in and tell myself it's just part of the dream and fall back asleep. This used to be the scenario before I had children. I used to flip the covers up, flip the morning the bird and crawl right on back to dreamland. These days, it's not just the sun that pulls me out of sleep but the playful noises of children whispering as they make war noises with their justice league figurines or laughing as daddy tickles them and tells them to finish their hot chocolate, or stomping up the stairs as they try to sneak not one but multiples of toys up from their basement toy area. Really, who could despise that.

This morning I would have loved to ignore the bright sun glaring into my bedroom from the door leading to the back deck. I would have loved to burrow under the covers and drift back to dreamland on the arms of Ryan Reynolds. I would have loved to pretend that it was still the wee hours of the morning and I had just one more hour of sleep to tide me over, but nope. Instead I was lulled out of sleep by the sounds of my children, my husband, and a nagging promise that I was going to make them pancakes, with brown sugar (my oldest son's favorite). A promise is a promise, and in my way much healthier than corn pops and hot chocolate for breakfast. So I dragged my way out of bed, stretched my creaking bones (and there are more of them every year) and lurched toward the kitchen for that first taste of my morning elixir, coffee. Thank goodness I had the forethought to set the timer on the coffee machine. Once upon a time I couldn't stand the taste or smell of coffee but these days it's the only thing that starts my day off right.

Ahhhhhh. A hot cup of joe, sweetened with the new caramel macchiato coffee whitener I bought. I can forego my usual splenda for an indulgent treat once in a while. My sons are sitting at the table constructing foreign objects that they call bazookas and space guns. My husband is playing with my dad's laptop, swearing under his breath at the many viruses that have snuck their way through his security features. I start to mix my pancake batter and am very pleased that the buttermilk substitute I've used has resulted in fluffy pancake batter this time. I love it when my pancake batter comes together nicely. I warm up the griddle and pull out the bacon, after a playful argument with my husband about the merits of back bacon vs. regular. I have this neat little gadget that squirts out batter onto the griddle in just the right amounts without making a mess. Simple tools to make my life simple. I decide to turn on the radio and listen to some music while I pull our Sunday breakfast together. A few minutes prior, my husband had the vacuum out and running. It was like a bee buzzing in my ear drum, I couldn't stand it's distracting noise while I was trying to multitask in the kitchen. Yet good music is somehow a balm on my rough edges. Especially good music. Today the DJ seemed to know just which 90's songs would get me rocking out, singing along. They brought back memories of clubs, good friends, and crazy dance moves. Ahhh the days! I can't resist pulling my youngest son into my arms and going a little dance crazy, his giggles bringing a smile to my face. There's nothing like s Sunday morning with good food, good music, and good memories.

So here I sit on the computer, enjoying the last few sips from my second cup of coffee and trying to hold on as I bask in this Sunday Glow, hoping that the rest of my day is as glorious as this simple weekend morning.

Tammy's World : sunday

Basking in that Sunday Glow