Every week i look forward to my Sunday "sleep in". Its the best ritual that Kevin and I have going on. He gets to sleep in Saturday and i get to sleep in Sunday. Yet, let me make this clear our versions of sleeping in are so VERY different. In fact i think my "sleep in" doesn't even involve any sleep. In my wildest dreams it would mean that as soon as the kids made a single peep then Kevin would rush them away from my side of the bed and i wouldn't even be disturbed. I'd slowly wake up at ten and be shocked that i didn't hear a sound from anyone all morning. This sadly to say is not what happens. To be honest that's fine. Instead of sleeping in i have kids trying to break down the door, screaming in the hallway, jumping on the bed, or like this morning everyone jumping on the bed while i try to drink the coffee i made at 730 while getting the kids their breakfast ready.
At this moment the kids and the hubby have taken off for the park and my real "time off" has started. I think this is why i don't scream at everyone to "shut the fuck up and leave me alone!" while they are all crowded on the bed encroaching on my suspected time off. Because i know in the back of my head that they will soon (finally) load up and give me a break. I don't even need that much time. I just want to shower, brush my teeth, use the toilette with out a small person in the room with me trying to flush while I'm still sitting.
So let my relaxation begin! Happy Sunday!



