I love waking up slowly, no alarm clock shaking me from a sound sleep. I don’t have to open my eyes right away if I don’t want to. I can allow myself to fall back asleep. And I did. I was having a nice dream about our friends, the Jacksons. We haven’t seen them in a long time, since the girls started high school in different places. They are such good people with such good kids; Kacey’s friends. In the dream I told them how much we’ve missed them. I felt a little bit sad to realize it was just a dream. Kacey says we should call them. We should.
I feel the chill of the winter morning air as I’m waking up and the warmth of my puppy-girl curled behind my knees. She won’t leave the bed until I do, unless of course, the cat starts howling for his treats. Then the chase is on.
I open the door to let Lucy outside after a long night inside. She hasn’t had an accident since those first weeks after she arrived, but I’m still not sure I trust her to wait. There is frost on the deck and a wave of cold air hits us through the open door. I stand above her while she contemplates her willingness to go out. I give her a little nudge and she tiptoes out into the morning with a sigh, her body scrunching up like an accordion as she acclimates to the drastic change in temperature. And we haven’t even had a “real” Minnesota snow yet this winter!
I love the luxury of sitting in my warm flannel pajama pants and the bulky sweatshirt I tossed on the previous night when I was shivering. I sit in the comfy living room chair, with a cup of coffee and my favorite hazelnut creamer mixed in. I read a few blogs and think, “I should go shower.” Then I decide it’s the weekend and I’ve got nowhere to go just yet. I’ll sit a while longer.
I love the quiet of the morning and puttering around the house while everyone else sleeps. I love being here when they finally decide to greet the day, sometime close to noon. Late work nights and winter break from college make me a little more forgiving of their lazy habits.
I get chores done around the house, run errands, do some cooking. Unlike those five other days of the week, I barely give a second thought to the clock. There is time to see my kids and talk with them. I give them a few chores to do. Kacey just says, “Okay” and does what I ask. Jake pretends not to hear me the first time.
There is coming and going. Mark and Jake leave for their jobs. Kacey’s friends come to hang out. It’s a quiet night, socially and they go searching in the game cupboard. They seem embarrassed to be staying home playing board games, telling me they are “losers” and explaining how, as college students, they should be doing more exciting things. I hear the Jenga tower fall and listen to their shouting and laughter. I tell them I love having them here. It’s too quiet when they’re away.
I love weekends like this!