Sunday Sonnets--Waking in a Dream
There's something to be said for Sleep Late Sundays. The kids anticipate it's arrival almost as eagerly as I. A lazy day with no schedule. No practices or agendas. Just sleep in and go where the day leads us. We normally begin our day with my now world famous from scratch pancakes. It's kind of morphed into a whole experience.
The kids will often help with the ingredients and pancake mixing. Sausage sizzles and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee lifts everyone's spirits. Jazz plays softly in the background. It has become one of my favorite family experiences. Ah yes. Sleep Late Sunday.
Today's Sunday Sonnet (penned just moments ago) was inspired by the unexpected. I really slept in this morning. It felt good.
Waking in a Dream
Something surreal about sleeping in,
Like waking in a time warp, groggy.
Stumbling towards the bedroom door
Hesitant, unsure of what lies beyond.
It's quiet. Did the kids sleep, too?
Giggles. Footsteps. Twins are up.
Laughter and squeals and warm
Good morning hugs. Nothing compares.
But three are missing. Beds are empty
(Unmade, of course, but empty)
Silence. No sign of them upstairs.
I hear them, voices calm, agreeable.
In the living room. Playing chess?
Surreal indeed!
*As I typed this, the calm agreeable voices of children that appear to love each other and get along transformed into the screaming, crying, arguing children that normally dwell in this place. That's more like it.
Sleepy time is over!
The kids will often help with the ingredients and pancake mixing. Sausage sizzles and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee lifts everyone's spirits. Jazz plays softly in the background. It has become one of my favorite family experiences. Ah yes. Sleep Late Sunday.
Today's Sunday Sonnet (penned just moments ago) was inspired by the unexpected. I really slept in this morning. It felt good.
Waking in a Dream
Something surreal about sleeping in,
Like waking in a time warp, groggy.
Stumbling towards the bedroom door
Hesitant, unsure of what lies beyond.
It's quiet. Did the kids sleep, too?
Giggles. Footsteps. Twins are up.
Laughter and squeals and warm
Good morning hugs. Nothing compares.
But three are missing. Beds are empty
(Unmade, of course, but empty)
Silence. No sign of them upstairs.
I hear them, voices calm, agreeable.
In the living room. Playing chess?
Surreal indeed!
*As I typed this, the calm agreeable voices of children that appear to love each other and get along transformed into the screaming, crying, arguing children that normally dwell in this place. That's more like it.
Sleepy time is over!
Posted by Zoe's Dad at Sunday, July 13, 2008 10:23 AM and is filed under Sleep Late Sunday,Chess,pancakes,Jazz,Sunday Sonnets 
Your Sunday sounds exactly like ours, but with more kids and French Toast instead of pancakes. I look forward to Sunday every week.
What I would give to sleep in!! The girls like to camp out in the playroom above my room so I hear the stomping all night while they stay up and then the footsteps first thing in the morning. Why don't children require sleep? And why don't I drink coffee?
One of my favorite simple pleasures in life is preparing Sunday brunch with old school Jazz playing in the background. Total serenity for me. Even if I get spattered a few times with hot oil from bacon.
What a great picture your Sunday Sonnet painted.
I think the kids start to disintegrate once dad is up because then it becomes a competition for your attention.
VegasDad--For some reason I always block on French Toast--should be easy but I always mess it up. I'm going to work on it!
amy--playroom in the basement--carpeting that room is the best money we ever spent.
BusyDad--I love bacon. Can't stand cleaning up the splatter.
Jeff--If that's the case, I think I'll stay in bed maybe they'll get along all day!