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Sunday, January 09, 2005
a lazy Sunday
Today I got up at 10. That's ten in the morning, you know, that time that is only two hours before noon. And the thing is that aside from waking briefly to say "no" and roll back over and go back to sleep, at 7:30 when the alarm went off and T (who was really sore all yesterday afternoon and last night from the snow escapade on Friday) explained sleepily that he'd just set it in case we changed our minds and decided not to ditch church and did I want to go, I'd slept solidly from the time I'd gone to bed (which was, granted, 1:30 a.m.) until then. I felt like a teenaged boy. Well, except for the raging-hormones-huge-appetite-voice-changing-girl-crazy thing.
When I finally stumbled out to the living room, my prince of a husband had built a fire, fed the kids breakfast, and set up a little Sunday school for them, with questions on sheets of paper like "What is your favorite Bible verse?" and "What is your favorite thing about being a Christian?", which they had to answer with a paragraph (LT) or a sentence (C) and a picture. The kids spent two happy hours bent over their work, and the results were suitable for framing in that "so cute and quintessentially childish that it causes a beautiful little ache in your chest" kind of way. Which proved once and for all that if our roles had to reverse, T would do just fine at the whole homeschooling thing.
We had one of those really refreshing days spent at home being semi-productive (T and LT worked on a model car project; LT made up a board game; T went out in the pouring rain to rake over the mess our truck tires made yesterday when we drove in the field next to our house to unload wood; I cleaned and crocheted and read and folded laundry and EMPTIED MY IRONING BASKET, go me; C played dolls and horsies and cleaned her room without complaining; the kids emptied the dishwasher) but not busy enough that you don't feel like you've also been pleasantly lazy. It was exactly the kind of day we needed, especially T, who has to go back to the grind and probably go out in the snow again tomorrow, although I hope the ox-headed boss learned his lesson about snowmobiling in blizzards. If he didn't I may just have to kill him. Slowly.
