Remember the concept of Lazy Sundays or even the idea of lazy Sunday mornings? I vaguely remember it. I was living in the city, the Hubs and I were dating. We would get out bed find a yummy brunch place and enjoy breakfast together and if it was nice, walk for miles upon miles. Sunday were always for doing nothing! Even in college, Sunday was for recovering from a weekend of partying. I LOVED Sundays!
Even as we “matured” Sundays became about making yummy dinners, having large groups of friends over to our small studio apartments and watching Sunday night TV! Sundays were the BEST!
Now, Sunday’s and even Saturday’s are crazier and busier then the week. Whoever invented the concept of Lazy Sundays clearly did not have kids! I’m not complaining though… just stating the facts.
We run all weekend long. I rarely open my computer, I barely even sit down until the kids are asleep and by that point I am too exhausted to keep my eyes open. Case and point, the Hubs and I were in bed Saturday night at 8:45pm. #wildandcrazy
On Sunday morning I was up at after a 5:45am feeding for Ben. I then had to pump and start my day. We were having friends over for brunch which has always been my favorite meal. However, I had work to get done while the little guy slept. Sara of course was rearing to go at 6:30am!
Each time I got something accomplished yesterday morning I added one more task to my mental list of things to get done. I tell you, it never ends.
Our weekend was great though. I even had the most spectacular run on Saturday morning, which might have contributed to the 8:45 bedtime on Saturday night.
My one break and treat to myself on Sunday was one of these. I gave them up during pregnancy and wow, I forgot how great these are.
Thankfully, for a short period of time the little man enjoyed watching some baseball with his dad while Sara played happily with a friend downstairs.
Oh and look, the Hubs got a lesson in baby wearing in preparation for his leave from work.