When we do attend church, we go in the evenings. For us, Sunday mornings are not to be rushed events.
I’m a stomach sleeper. So, I’ll start the day by rolling over and flat lining on my back while entertaining peaceful thoughts and watching the sun rise through my eyelids.
Then I’ll cautiously open my eyes, but only enough to reveal small blurry slits of daylight. I have to pretend I’m still asleep, you see, so when our daughter wakes up and starts yelling or the boys start noodling around the kitchen for food my husband has to be the one to jump to attention. It’s also a waiting game on who will be up first to make the coffee.
I usually win.
Except when he wakes up and squeezes my shoulders in a big hug and asks sweetly, would you mind…..?
Grrrr, well played! ;(
Now we’ll see who can hold out long enough to get out of making breakfast, er brunch.
Happy Sunday! (unless you live in China or Korea, whatever, then all my best wishes for a durable, pain-free Monday)