sunday morning sleep in

ohhhhh the savory sunday morning sleep in. so delicious, yet guilt ridden for the Christian and Catholic populations, since realllllly this is the morning that one should be attending church, and with each moment of bliss, comes one moment of guilt, and the cycle continues. As i awoke at 1130, i wondered if i should hurriedly get ready, mayyyybe get in a toothbrush, and run over to the church. I haven't been sleeping at night, so this week i decided that i wouldn't set an alarm. yesterday i was so tired that i couldn't stand properly, and i was ridiculously dizzy. hence, the boycotting of my alarm. see the guilt?? lol!
Over my eggs, bacon, and hasbrowns [all made by my amazing husband T] i wonder if they're still in the message, or if the last worship songs have begun. bebe M is playing on her mat, with her sucky wedged in between the mat and the bar, and she's rolling over and trying to pick it up with her mouth! her little feet are waving frantically in the air behind her, and she's finding that she can't roll over completely and get said soother, because of its location. so she's not really on her tummy, but some awkward half on her side, half on her tummy, twisted like a professional contortionist. my babe got skillzzzzz.
Truth be told, i am supremely enjoying this lazy Sunday morning. I haven't really seen my husband in almost 3 weeks. between Vancouver, an emergency trip to the Island to see grama for what could be the last time, and his work, it's been very busy. So i am thoroughly enjoying the cuddles and kisses this morning, the blessings that God has given me, and trying not to feel guilty in the moments in between.