On Sunday I woke up entirely too late. 

I'm reading a book about a bunch of lawyers and 'Big Tobacco.'

It's enthralling. Lear jets, bank buildings... 

and it's all true. 

I stayed up entirely too late.

My eyelids wouldn't even open for business until 8:11 a.m.

And at 8:12 I started getting ready. 

Church starts at 9:00.

Luckily I married Superman. 

He'd fed and dressed himself and our pirates, 

so all I had to worry about was my own set of eyelids.

I'd planned on going to church with wet hair, 

but I managed to blow dry and even throw in some minor fixing.

AND we got to church on time. 

And then our day evolved. 

Coloring. 

Stories. 

Teddy bears.

Swings.

I took a little nap on the couch. 

The pirates were building a fort with blankets and chairs, 

and I woke to them laughing. 

Apparently I was snoring. 

(...how embarrassing.)

The book was THAT good. 

Right around dinnertime we went on a bike ride. 

I put Squísh in the bike trailer, and we rode to the river. 

The pirates biked for three miles straight, 

on 12 inch wheels.

Without complaint. 

But after two glasses of water I was given 3.5 seconds to make dinner.

Or else.

Have you heard of blender pancakes?

I threw in an apple, some water, flour, baking powder, an egg, and some salt... 

...and they were probably our best pancakes yet.

It was a Sunday from Heaven.

I don't know what the high temperature was, 

but it had to have been somewhere near perfect. 

The weeks go so darn fast...

I love when Sundays are slow.