I had the BEST weekend ever. Do you want to know why it was the best weekend? It’s because I did absolutely nothing.

Don’t get me wrong. We did go out this weekend. Dinner Friday night was cooked at home. Saturday night we ate out at a local pasta bar and then walked to the Old Town and had a glass of wine. Sunday was football, pizza and dinner with my brother. It was wonderful.

But the best part was that we slept in. And I’m not talking about an hour over our usual wake-up call. For work, I am up at 5:00am. I get up that early because I need to feed the dog, take her for a run, eat breakfast myself and then get in the shower and get ready for work. All of that means that I am super tired during the week.

But even with all that, I still only sleep until 7:00am. So imagine my surprise when I woke up and looked at the clock and it read 9:00am!! And hubby slept until then too. I wasn’t even angry that we missed our yoga class. I happily sacrificed the exercise that would tighten my muscles for the extra sleep that reduced my bags under my eyes.

Sunday was just as glorious. We didn’t replicate the same length of time but 8:15 is nothing to sneeze at.

Back when my kids were young, sleeping in was never an option. I had taught my oldest daughter how to read a clock early on. She quickly learned not to wake up mom until 7-oh-oh. I counted myself lucky that my child was able to let me sleep for a little while longer. But nothing can compare to the bliss of waking up to the sun being fully up in the sky.

Even if it never happens again, I will cherish this past weekend fondly. You can’t take that away from me.