There are a few other bloggers that are doing these Guilty Pleasure posts as well. It all started with C.J. Duggan and if you want a bunch of smiles, circle back to her site and see the comments to read other pleasures. Love to have you join the fun.
Today's Guilty Pleasure is brought to us by author Danielle Gavan. Danielle is in the middle of a blog tour promoting her book, "Ardeur". However today, I've gotten her to reveal her little Guilty Pleasure. Welcome Danielle!
The air in the room is chilly but I’m warm in my little
cocoon. I’ve got eight hundred and fifty thread count wrapped around me and a
thick comforter on top of that delicious softness. Soft pillows, comfy jammies
and gloomy darkness barely touched by the sunshine outside. My name is Danielle
and my guilty pleasure is sleeping in.
Ask anyone who knows me and they’ll tell you—I don’t relax.
Sitting around, doing nothing isn’t something I do very well, if at all.
Lounging around in bed and catching a few extra z’s though? Oh, yeah. I can do
that. It doesn’t happen often but, when I get the chance to stay in bed later
than my usual six thirty A.M. wakeup call… you bet your booty I’m all over it
like white on rice.
Six days a week I’m mom, maid, chef, nanny, and all of the
other things we work from home moms are on a daily basis. On Saturday mornings
though… I’m a slug. If my eyes are open before nine A.M., there had better be
blood flowing or fire raging. Otherwise, sleep is my friend. Oh yes, it is. Hypnos
and I? We’re best buds.
My boys are trained. They know that Saturday mornings are
sacred to mommy. Before I head to bed on Friday night I put two bowls, two
spoons and their favorite cereals on the counter. My eight year old is usually
the first one up and at ‘em. (You can’t mistake the buzz of energy he’s putting
off as he skips down the hallway passed my bedroom door. He’d make even the
happiest morning person you know look like a grumpasaurus.) He knows which bowl
is his—it’s got his meds in the bottom—ready to start the countdown to calm kid
time. His five year old brother is not far behind.
What am I doing while all of this is going on? Listening
quietly. Waiting for the five minutes of squabbling over who gets to watch what
before they settle down and I can go back to sleep.
I don’t indulge in much but my bedroom is my haven. I’ve got
a queen sized bed all to my little ol’ self. It’s got fluffy pillows with just
the right amount of firmness, a heavy comforter and, I’ve have the bed long
enough that it’s developed a sweet spot. You know what I’m talking about. That
spot where, when you roll into it, you’re body relaxes and instantly, you fall
asleep. It’s that comfy place where you fit perfectly and no other part of the
mattress compares. Ah, yes. Bliss… zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
Where’s your haven? Do you have somewhere you like to go for
a few minutes (hours) of relaxation?
