Sleeping in just isn’t what it used to be.
When I was a teenager I could practically sleep all day. I loved languishing under the covers as the sun streamed in and bathed the room in a warm, sunny glow. Sometimes the house would be quiet and still and other times {most times} the house would be alive with the sounds brothers being boys and parents being, well, parents I suppose. There was always, inevitably, a knock on the door and a face would poke around and ask if I was ever going to get up.
These days, I’m lucky to sleep in ’til 9 on the days I don’t work. The house is quiet and still, but my mind is usually filled with a million thoughts-each fighting for position of most importance.
This morning, the first weekday of vacation, was no different. I was awake at 8. I tried to brush away the thoughts and to-do list that kept running through my mind…and at 9 I finally gave in and got up.
I’ve been promising banana bread since last week…and finally, I came through. It looks and smells lovely….if it’s not here when sleepy wakes up…don’t mention this post, please!
