If you had told me 10 years ago that the day would come that I could sleep in on a regular basis, I would never have believed you. I might have even laughed at you. Being a mother calls for sacrifice, but sacrificing sleep has never been easy for me.
Sure, John would let me sleep in from time to time, and sometimes my children would bless me by sleeping until, oh, say, 7am. But their hungry tummies usually beckoned me from my slumber urging to be filled with all manner of healthful things.
Well, about this time last year, I realized that I was sleeping in quite frequently. And John and I realized we could actually stay in bed on a Saturday morning until we felt like getting up. That, my friends, is a glorious thing. Our kids could fix a bowl of cereal, or spread cream cheese on a bagel, or make some toast WITHOUT needing help! I LIKE this stage of parenting!
They let me sleep in this morning...and I'm so thankful. I needed it.
They usually get up and read or play together in their rooms. We don't have cable, so the tv isn't too alluring, and they know the consequences of playing video games without parental permission, so it's actually the perfect sleeping environment for me. Nice and quiet.
I realize though that my days of summer slumber are limited. School starts for us in a little over 2 weeks, and I know that I need to get my children, and myself, back into a routine of rising a little earlier each morning. But I'll think about that next week. Because for now, I prefer to see the sun once it is high in the sky.