bliss.

11 hours of sleep.
hot bath to get the body unstiffened.
apron ironed and beautiful.
sarah singing christmas to me.
a neglected treehouse practically bursting with excitement to be getting some attention.
to the relief of the clocks, their time telling numbers are being ignored today.
the frame of my rocker is intensely and anxiously peering at me with bright, raised eyes in hopes for refreshed recovered cushions today. today is the day. i can see that this sweet rocker is dying to...rock.
depending on the cute boy's play time, momma will likely slip into the classroom. oh my the christmas stories THE15 have written! they are wonderful, and so ms.G is binding their pages at some point today for a festive final product. christmas books...good, yes?
grades will be entered. i will sigh relief.
and the boy and i...and most likely rosie the riveter;) and the family...will go on a little jaunt to bethlehem after church tomorrow.
weekends = bliss.