Saturday Mornings

Ahh.....Sleeping in on Saturday. Isn't it just the best? During the week, my evil alarm clock goes off at 4:30am. How sadistic is that? But on Saturday, I have no get up time. Sure, some mornings the hubby and I will rise early and go to yard sales or farmer's markets, but that's because we want to. On most Saturdays we have absolutely nowhere that we have to be, and we have all day to get there. It's on my top ten list of most wonderful feelings in the world. What an awesome thing it is to wake up at my usual rising time, look at the alarm clock, and then realize that it's Saturday. That moment of rolling over and pulling the covers up closer to my chin is one of the simple pleasures of life. If anyone loves it better than I do, it's my husband. Even on Saturdays, I'm normally up and at 'em by around 8:30 or so. When I wake up and slip out of bed, I always look back to see him sprawl out onto the warm spot I just left. Then he hugs my pillow tight, and at that moment I can imagine what he must have looked like as a child, all snug as a bug in a rug under his blankets. I always go and peep in on the kids in their blissful slumber as well, taking a moment to marvel at how sweet and innocent they look. Unlike when we were kids, they don't have to get up early for Saturday morning cartoons. They won't be up for a couple of hours yet. So then, until about 10am, the quiet house is mine...all mine. I can make myself a latte, have a banana nut muffin, read, watch Top Chef or The Chew, soak in the tub...whatever in the world I want. Knowing that I have nothing but free time in the morning ahead is the best feeling in the world. It's time to recharge the old batteries and spoil myself just a little bit. Saturday morning is "me" time, and I am SO thankful for it.