Sunday souping

For the first time in weeks, Lil E and I spent yesterday morning -- and a bit of the afternoon -- just lounging. I let him watch more shows than usual. At his request, we had a "snack breakfast" of golden raisins, mini bagels with strawberry cream cheese, apple slices and cereal bars. We were still in our pajamas as the clock clicked over noon and nearly every room in the house was overtaken by a sea of little plastic people, little metal cars and all they accessories they require.
It wasn't all Sassa-slackery. I cleaned my room, reorganized my papers, changed everyone's sheets, emptied the dishwasher -- all those little tasks that build up over the week, sitting at the back of my mind when I am trying my hardest to concentrate on writing or stain removal or which Cars character the minty green one with the saucy smile is (yeah, yeah, yeah...it is Flo).
And then, because the day was unfolding as it was rather than as it was dictated by lofty ambition or a weekend-imposed schedule, we canned our plans and decided to go to lunch.
Like a good Christian mama and her boy, we skipped church and went to The Bagel for matzo ball soup, big hunks of challah bread and a rhyme-off that made us both laugh so hard that the busser winked and rubbed Lil E's head as he passed us by.
Over a big bowl of shared soup and silliness, we had so much fun. It was the kind of no-tension family time that weekends should be full of, or at least Sundays, or at least for a few hours of the day spent out of pajamas and outside a clean bedroom and toy-littered living room.
I have a lot going on this week but somehow, the anticipation of Monday is eased a bit by the smile in the photos from Sunday and the real relaxing we did before a busy schedule of a week.
Photo credit: Jessica Ashley
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