We lazed about in bed, while the kiddos wrestled and tickled.
We dragged ourselves up, when said kiddos got tired of asking for breakfast and slowly moved on to their every-weekend-mission of house destruction.
We drank tea, moved outside (less destruction to be made outside) and sat in the sunshine.
A suggestion was made for bakery morning tea, and the resulting sugar-high was spent playing hide-and-seek-chasey at the park.
The discovery that the boy-child can almost outrun his mama (in speed and in stamina) kept the husband amused, while the littlest one made her move on big sister's half eaten cupcake while no one was looking.
Outside, blowing in the breeze is our washed bed linen.
We will all rest our heads tonight on fresh-smelling pillows, and crisp sun-shiney sheets, and whisper under them prayers of utmost thanks.*
* A reminder to myself to be thankful despite the husband leaving at lunchtime to play cricket.