As a mom, I find myself getting up at the same time every single day including the weekends.  It is inevitable that on a Saturday morning my son will come running into my room with the sun.  It is very rare that I get to sleep past 7:30am on the weekends.  What I wouldn't give to sleep in at least once per month. 

Well, for the first time in ages, OK, maybe a year I actually slept in late.  I sent my son to spend sometime with his Gamma this weekend.  So I went to bed and woke up the next morning at 10:15am.  Yes I slept in, how glorious.  As I laid in bed looking at the clock on the ceiling (I have one of those clocks that projects the time on the celing)  I could not believe what I was reading. 10:15am.  It was a moment that I relished.  I think I just laid in bed til about 10:30am.

It is not very often as a mom you get to enjoy sleeping in.  It is a simple pleasure that I cherish.  Don't get me wrong, I love my time with my son, but I also love those moments where I can wake up and see that it is way past 6am or 7:30am.

So as I dragged myself out of bed, I realized that my glorious moment was over because the house had to be cleaned!