I am a morning person. I don't wake up in the wee hours of the morning but I like my mornings, especially Sunday mornings. I like to spend it alone, when no one in the household is awake yet. And I'm very jealous if any of the boys wake up before me. It robs me of my tranquil morning. Somehow I NEED to be the first one to be awake!
I need to spend the morning alone, having my own breakfast, reading my book, doing my needlework or any other nonsensical activities that I enjoy, even though I do the same things day in and day out. Somehow, doing them on Sunday mornings, alone, give a different meaning to my ritual of life. Anyone who spoil my Sunday mornings by being loud and intruding my lonesome world will spoil my whole Sunday and make me moody throughout the day, which will affect the whole family, even if all of us has an enjoyable day out.
This morning, the jealousy almost creep into me when X woke up before me. Thank God that just after breakfast with X and W, both boys went to play at their friend's house. Aah! What peaceful morning, spending it reading, doing my cross-stitch and listening to classical music. When the boys were back from their morning lung exercise, I have spent my quiet time in my own way and more than welcome to have them back.
This is what I called a perfect Sunday morning!
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