I've spent the day lounging in my pyjamas, and I've gotten so much accomplished.
I woke up shortly after 7 a.m. (this is my every day wake-up time). I poured myself a giant bowl of bran flakes, drenched it in 1%, and sprinkled it with sultana raisins. The littlest shuffled into the dining room in her bright pink, fleecey robe and demanded alpha-bits - "in a bowl with milk and a spoon." We ate our cereal in silence with the exception of me blurting out quickly that I loved her. She didn't look up but nodded, continued to eat and made a positive 'm-hm' sound. This is our morning routine every single day.
Eventually J woke up and joined us, so I threw on a pot of coffee with a pinch of cinnamon dashed on the grounds and a squirt of maple syrup on the bottom of the pot to make it a little special with it being Saturday and all. It was snowing hard, so I slid on some old grey sweatpants and a purple sweatshirt over my pyjamas, and I booted up to go outside and shovel the driveway. I made some small talk with the older lady who lives across the street, and then I started up the car and drove to the library to pick up my holds. I popped into Michaels for some jumbo double-pointed needles and into the grocery store for a few little items to tide me and the girls over until tomorrow when I could do a proper grocery shop. I returned home by 10 a.m. so that Josh could have the car for work. I peeled off the sweats and continued padding around in my pyjamas.
I spent the morning making a corn chowder and MORE potato & leek soup. I did laundry. I knit up a slipper while watching three episodes of The Office on the laptop under my wool mohair blanket. I drank a pot of tea. I dug up some old CDs and sang loudly and mostly off-key. I watched a bright red cardinal eat berries on the grey tree covered in white fluffy snow. I thought about having a shower and getting dressed, but I took one glance at the clock and figured I would be heading to bed in another few hours, so what was the use? What a pleasant day! It was perfect. I need more days like this. :) It' s the only way I am going to be able to finish all this holiday making!
Back to the couch,
N
I woke up shortly after 7 a.m. (this is my every day wake-up time). I poured myself a giant bowl of bran flakes, drenched it in 1%, and sprinkled it with sultana raisins. The littlest shuffled into the dining room in her bright pink, fleecey robe and demanded alpha-bits - "in a bowl with milk and a spoon." We ate our cereal in silence with the exception of me blurting out quickly that I loved her. She didn't look up but nodded, continued to eat and made a positive 'm-hm' sound. This is our morning routine every single day.
Eventually J woke up and joined us, so I threw on a pot of coffee with a pinch of cinnamon dashed on the grounds and a squirt of maple syrup on the bottom of the pot to make it a little special with it being Saturday and all. It was snowing hard, so I slid on some old grey sweatpants and a purple sweatshirt over my pyjamas, and I booted up to go outside and shovel the driveway. I made some small talk with the older lady who lives across the street, and then I started up the car and drove to the library to pick up my holds. I popped into Michaels for some jumbo double-pointed needles and into the grocery store for a few little items to tide me and the girls over until tomorrow when I could do a proper grocery shop. I returned home by 10 a.m. so that Josh could have the car for work. I peeled off the sweats and continued padding around in my pyjamas.
I spent the morning making a corn chowder and MORE potato & leek soup. I did laundry. I knit up a slipper while watching three episodes of The Office on the laptop under my wool mohair blanket. I drank a pot of tea. I dug up some old CDs and sang loudly and mostly off-key. I watched a bright red cardinal eat berries on the grey tree covered in white fluffy snow. I thought about having a shower and getting dressed, but I took one glance at the clock and figured I would be heading to bed in another few hours, so what was the use? What a pleasant day! It was perfect. I need more days like this. :) It' s the only way I am going to be able to finish all this holiday making!
Back to the couch,
N
4 comments:
What a perfect day N! I honestly have NEVER spent a whole day in my pjs...not even when I've been sick! What is wrong with me? LOL. Yah, we'll leave it at that..LOL.
That sounds like a great day. I love how you put your sweats over your 'jammas (as we say around here). And that coffee sounds very interesting. Mmmmmmm....maple syrup...
Ohhh I need a day like this!
Sounds like a great day! Now I want to pull out my tea pot instead of just making individual cups.
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