One winter morning, as seen from Facebook:
Secret pleasure #1: lying in a warm bed with a fluffy duvet and plump pillows, cuddling a sleeping baby #haha #mondaymorning #SAHM
Secret pleasure #2: lying in a warm bed with a fluffy duvet and plump pillows, cuddling a sleeping baby, listening to weather reports #haha #snowstorm #mondaymorning #SAHM
Secret pleasure #3: lying in a warm bed with a fluffy duvet and plump pillows, cuddling a sleeping baby, listening to traffic reports #snowstorm #trafficjam #haha #SAHM #mondaymorning
ARGH! Jump out of bed and run like a crazy person. Just realised I have to drop Hubby off at work, pack up three kids & take Mr. Sensitive to a 9:00 am appointment #running late #need coffee #snowstorm #traffic #ohcrap!
Ok, I have to admit it – my biggest fantasy is about, my bed. Yep, fluffy duvet, mountains of pillows, books stacked on the bedside table; add a cup of tea and you have heaven.
When I returned to work after being on maternity leave with Little Miss Adorable I found myself fantasizing about the bed in Home Alone. (Remember the scene where Macaulay Culkin is jumping on his parent’s bed when he realises he’s home alone – I want that bed. Minus the kid jumping on it.) I would imagine weekend get aways and think about the beds in hotels. Not that I really wanted to go anywhere, I just wanted a nice bed. I would read bed and linen catalogues and look at bedding in stores – it was sleep porn.
When I returned to work we lived in a weird state of hell – two different daycare drop-offs and pick-ups every day, PLUS I had two or three (or four!) different locations to go to every day as part of my job. Our day was spent going from one place to another in a semi-permanent state of jet lag. I did not know if I was coming or going.
Enter the bed.
When life hands you too much to do in too little time, it’s nice to hide under your covers for a while, if only to escape.