I love Saturday mornings for a lot of reasons, but I've come to a new appreciation for them since I got married and began living with 4 boys. I'd like to say it's because Daniel and I luxuriously sleep in and snuggle, while our roommates bring us breakfast in bed; but alas, my husband is too tightly wound to waste time lying in bed. But while he and the roommates have been busy being productive with their Saturday mornings, I have been busy developing what I like to call the "Wondrous Saturday Morning Routine" - wondrous primarily because it is sans men.
First, I sleep in just a little bit longer than necessary. Second, I put on some wonderful, relaxing classical music. Third, I don my full ballerina outfit - or really anything that looks like something a ballerina might wear. Creativity and imagination are definitely encouraged for this step. Fourth, I begin casually putting on the world's greatest ballet performance in front of hundreds of imaginary people in our upstairs apartment. Sometimes I dance so artfully and gracefully around the tables, chairs, and piles of clothes in our apartment, that I move even myself to tears. It is truly a magical time.
This past Saturday I had finished the the ballet portion of my routine and was finishing up by sitting downstairs at the kitchen table with a cup of tea, classical music, and my book. I was completely cherishing the quiet, the beauty, and especially the sports-free nature of the moment.
Then the boys walk in from the 10 mile run they had just completed.
Matthieu walks in, dripping with sweat, and immediately sits down at the computer to determine what their pace was. He clicks around on the computer for a bit (still panting) before he turns around suddenly and asks, "Am I smelling myself, or is someone making a huge thing of pasta?"
I look at him inquiringly and raise my eyebrows.
I have no words. I literally have no idea what this means.
"No?" He questions. "No one's making a big thing of spaghetti sauce? Hmm. Must be smelling myself then." He shrugs like it's no big deal and turns back to the computer.
And thus ended that Saturday's "Wondrous Saturday Morning Routine."
