Saturday Morning Sensory “Scent”sations
Saturday mornings are perhaps my favorite day of the week. They are the only mornings we get to sleep in and not feel rushed to get through a morning routine. Yes, even though we are in the middle of summer break, SuperDad still has to get up and go to work each morning, so there is still some sort of routine in the house. But, typically, not on Saturdays.
With all the design work I have been doing on the back end of the blog, my sleep has been pretty much halted. Looking over all the coding and working on the new graphics requires more attention that I have to give while the kids are awake. Thus, my prime working time is after everyone is sleeping.
On top of that, Monkey has been on an erratic sleep schedule for the past few weeks and we are lucky to get her to sleep at a decent hour. So, my work time has been cut down to the wee hours of the morning. Thursday night I went to bed an hour before SuperDad’s alarm went off.
Fortunately, since Monkey goes to sleep late she also wakes up later. She and I sleep until around 10-10:30am, while Pepper {not a night-owl like her mom and brother} wakes up around 8:30am or so with the other two princesses. Love having a teenager around to help out when I need it.
Anyhow, this morning I was awoken by SuperDad as he was “coming in to check on me.” {He is such a morning person and can not stay up past 11pm without coffee or an energy drink… quite the opposite of myself}.
Monkey was still sleeping in the bed next to me {the other princesses had 4 sisters over for a sleepover and so Monkey slept with us for the night} so at least I was not the only one still asleep. As I opened my eyes to my husband standing over me I could hear the quiet of the fan and nothing else.
Apparently the sleepover was still going on downstairs but the fan masked any noise. I could feel his hand on my side, as he does every morning to let me know he is standing there, and he was smiling at me. The room was filled with the smell of pancakes. “What have you been doing?” I asked. “Nothing,” he says smugly, “just cleaning my kitchen and making pancakes.“
Oh yes, if have never read my blog before you need to know that he is much more domesticated than I. I am so COMPLETELY spoiled! It has been this way for the {almost} 17 years we have been married. Now, don’t think he isn’t given the same royal treatment at times, he is just much better at the spoiling than I am. 🙂
We woke Monkey simply by the whispers we exchanged and together we all went down for breakfast. The other 6 girls were playing musical chairs in the downstairs living room and we sat at the kitchen table to discuss the day. I love those moments where everything just seems right with the world.
The house was filled with children’s laughter and the smell of pancakes, accompanied by the sweet taste of maple syrup, the beautiful sight of family and friends, and the delicate touch of morning’s first kiss. Yep, I pretty much love all those Saturday morning scentsations. ♥
