Pastime

Back in the pre-kids day, I loved sleeping in. I was a masterful sleeper inner, so much so that my good friends knew not to call before 10 am. If they did, they ran the risk of speaking to a groggy, cranky and confused Meagan. On a few occasions, upon hearing my what-time-is-it-and-why-are-you-calling-me-now voice, the person on the other end would simply apologize profusely, promise to call back later and promptly hang up the phone. You see, my true friends understood my passion for sleeping late…either that or they feared the wrath of waking me too early. Of course now in my post-kids days, sleeping in rarely occurs. Okay, sure I do typically get up at 8 am, which to some is sleeping in. But I beg to differ. Anything before 9 am cannot be considered sleeping in. Nothing beats that feeling of waking up when the sun has long-since risen to roll over, look at the clock and see that the day has already begun. For the last two days now, I have experienced that bliss. And with complete gratitude, a thankful heart and a tear or two of joy, I thank my children for that opportunity.

I don’t know what has happened that has led to my precious little ones catching another hour or more of sleep for the last two mornings, but I refuse to question it too much. Instead, I will just delight in this opportunity to once again experience a pastime I so deeply missed. Perhaps after Sleep In Day 1, they realized how much happier their mother was upon waking and in a Church Kid Tribunal, decided that it was in everyone’s best interest to proceed likewise the next day. But I know the possibility of a repeat performance again tomorrow is probably too much to ask for. More than likely their desire for cuddling or running or eating or something will trump my preference for morning slumber, so I will simply cling dearly to these two blissful mornings with the thought that perhaps in retirement, sleeping in will once again be attainable.