I woke up this Sunday and the house was dead silent. I had time to lay in bed until 9:30 AM or so. I went downstairs, ground my coffee beans, made a pour-over for myself with some toast.
I wouldn’t have it any other way. There’s nothing better than having this time alone to just sit and think. On weekdays, I can come home from work and actually have time to decompress and do nothing. I have time for reading and hobbies.
I thought I’d take a moment and count my blessings for being childfree.
I’m having a similar peaceful Sunday morning.
I have young nieces and nephews that I visit every now and then. There is no morning decompression allowed when I visit. Not even a minute on my phone to check the day’s events. As soon as I’m awake they’re on me like crows. They’ve been told not to wake visitors, so instead they hover over me and wait and watch my eyelids while I feign sleep. It’s a literal battle of wills that can go on for over an hour until one of us caves in.
I can’t wait to give them shit for it when they get older.