Easy Like a Sunday Morning
The smell of bacon filling the mid morning air woke me up out of a not so sound sleep. I love the smell of bacon. When it is coming out of my kitchen I really love the smell of it even more. This morning smells of bacon cooking and eggs sizzling on the stove only met one thing for me. It met that I didn't have to rush to get up on this Sunday morning to cook breakfast for anyone except myself. It met that I could just linger in bed for a few more minutes. I could take my time figuring out what tee shirt or sleeveless shirt I wanted to wear over my blue jeans and if I wanted to wear socks or not with my black sneakers. It met I could just have a few minutes for myself and not worry about who was eating and how much they were eating and what they wanted to eat and how I was going to shower, change, cook, clean the kitchen and find some time in between just for myself, some time to just sit and not move for a minute or two. I didn't hear any voices this morning calling my name asking for this and that and have I see this and that and complaining that the eggs are scrambled and not fried and that the pancakes need more syrup or whatever the need would be to make things right in the world of my family.
On this morning I just sat on the edge of my bed and wondered how long I would have to just do little things that I don't usually do for me on Sunday mornings or any other mornings. I am usually the last person on my list of things to do. My mom is usually up early and I have to get up and give her meds and help her get dressed and situated before I make her breakfast. Don't get me wrong I love my mom and I don't mind taking care of her as she did for me when I needed her. Then my son usually is up next and well, he's 10 so everything he thinks revolves around him. Enough said. I remind him sternly that it doesn't. My brother is disabled too but he can mostly do his own thing. He's more independent that my mom ever gave him credit for. Of course, he's the baby of her children so she probably would liked to have kept him that way but he has learned to be independent regardless. I like that about him. He lets nothing stop him.
So, as I sat on my bed and looking at the pile of various colors and styles of shirts I had piled onto it trying to decide what to wear over my jeans for today a wave of peace came over me. A wave that I hadn't felt in a while. The wave of peace told me that today everything was going to be okay that I didn't need to rush in the front room today or the kitchen, breakfast was taken care of, my mom was dressed and my nephew gave her her meds for the morning and I could just sit. Sit and be me for this one minute in time.
The downside is this. I finally made it to the kitchen to see what I wanted for breakfast/brunch and although, my nephew cooked breakfast the cleaning up part wasn't done. The dishes gave me the evil eye hanging out in the sink and the counters were filled with dirty bowls and silverware, the stove well, that is where the dirty pots are waiting. So, I guess you have to take the good with the bad and especially around here. But, the good thing is my bulk order of paper plates should be here by Tuesday! I wish someone would make disposable pots and I would be in not cleaning heaven!
On this morning I just sat on the edge of my bed and wondered how long I would have to just do little things that I don't usually do for me on Sunday mornings or any other mornings. I am usually the last person on my list of things to do. My mom is usually up early and I have to get up and give her meds and help her get dressed and situated before I make her breakfast. Don't get me wrong I love my mom and I don't mind taking care of her as she did for me when I needed her. Then my son usually is up next and well, he's 10 so everything he thinks revolves around him. Enough said. I remind him sternly that it doesn't. My brother is disabled too but he can mostly do his own thing. He's more independent that my mom ever gave him credit for. Of course, he's the baby of her children so she probably would liked to have kept him that way but he has learned to be independent regardless. I like that about him. He lets nothing stop him.
So, as I sat on my bed and looking at the pile of various colors and styles of shirts I had piled onto it trying to decide what to wear over my jeans for today a wave of peace came over me. A wave that I hadn't felt in a while. The wave of peace told me that today everything was going to be okay that I didn't need to rush in the front room today or the kitchen, breakfast was taken care of, my mom was dressed and my nephew gave her her meds for the morning and I could just sit. Sit and be me for this one minute in time.
The downside is this. I finally made it to the kitchen to see what I wanted for breakfast/brunch and although, my nephew cooked breakfast the cleaning up part wasn't done. The dishes gave me the evil eye hanging out in the sink and the counters were filled with dirty bowls and silverware, the stove well, that is where the dirty pots are waiting. So, I guess you have to take the good with the bad and especially around here. But, the good thing is my bulk order of paper plates should be here by Tuesday! I wish someone would make disposable pots and I would be in not cleaning heaven!
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