My Perfect Day

Just like the majority of the country, we’ve had record breaking heat wave after record breaking heat wave. Not only is it hot, it’s humid. I’m tired of frizzy hair, hungry mosquitos and glowing profusely. Yesterday morning while I was multitasking (waking up and showering at the same time) I started fantasizing about what my perfect day would look like.

Let me set the scene for you. It’s a Saturday morning. Or maybe it’s a vacation day. It makes no real nevermind, it just has to be a day when both kids are home and there’s no school or work or anything of the sort. The house is clean and the laundry is caught up. There are no chores that need to be done. The fridge and pantry are full of everything I’m going to need so nobody has to get out. Which is a good thing because it’s cold and rainy. Maybe even sleeting. The type of morning where nobody’s in a hurry to get up, not even the dog. Everyone stays snuggled under the covers, drowsily listening to the sleet tink against the windows.

I finally get out of bed to the smell of brewing coffee and throw on sweats, a sweatshirt and super fuzzy socks. I sure do love being able to program the coffee pot the night before. Sookie decides she might as well get up now, too, and makes a quick trip to the dark and gloomy yard while I take the peach french toast casserole I put together the night before out of the fridge and slide it into the oven.

I dry Sookie’s paws off on my way to the big, comfy chair and we settle in to wait for the family to wake up. I hunker down, cover up with a blanket and sip my coffee while Sookie curls up on the ottoman and rests her head on my feet. It’s not long before the delicious smells of breakfast start wafting their way upstairs and into the bedrooms.

Pretty soon everyone else comes downstairs in flannels or sweats or some other warm comfies and finds a place to chillax while we wait for the casserole to be done. Todd decides to fry up the bacon so we’ll have some meat with our french toast and soon we’re all sitting around the table, enjoying a delicious breakfast. Everyone cleans up while I throw the fixings for slow cooker stew in the crock pot.

The rest of the day isn’t totally planned out, but it goes something like this: we have a movie marathon – it could be Lord of the Rings or it could be Lonesome Dove, it could be any number long movies. Or maybe we feel like playing some games. Possibly we all just feel like reading. We could even do all three. It doesn’t really matter. What matters is that we don’t have any responsibilities, we don’t have to go outside, we don’t even have to stay awake all day. We’re just hanging out together, all snuggly and warm-like. I think possibly Katie and I will make an apple pie during the day, too. Nothing’s better on a cold day than hot apple pie after a bowl of hearty stew. And since this is a fantasy, Todd and Taylor clean up the kitchen when we finish.

And the best part of this dream? My hair’s not frizzy, there are no hungry mosquitos and I’m not glowing profusely. A girl can dream, can’t she?