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09 May 2004 - Mother's Day, Domestic Goddess Style
Sundays have to be my favourite day of the week. I recall when I was young and the only thing I could think of all day on Sunday was "I have to go to school tomorrow! Ack!". Then later, in my university and college years, Sundays were spent thinking about how much homework I had to accomplish that day, making it impossible to relax. After, when I was working in nursing, doing twelve-hour rotated shifts, Sundays disappeared into the realm of days off and/or days on in that haze of working way too much and sleeping entirely too little. At the end of last year, when I took a few months off work in an attempt to squelch any brewing illness and/or fatigue (which I continue to struggle through) Sundays became non-existent (when you don't work or go to school Sundays are like Mondays, which are like Tuesdays...and so on). I think it was when I enrolled in that cake decorating class that Sundays turned into my baking day as the class was on Monday evening and sometimes it called for a cake to be brought along to decorate in class. Since then I always have this craving to bake something on this, the day of rest. It might also have something to do with the fact that S. usually goes to visit his parents on Sundays, leaving myself and the Jasmine-baby-cat to while away the day, doing whatever we might feel like for a good ten to twelve hours. The added bonus that I don't work on Mondays helps, too, I don't feel as though I have to conserve all of my energy on Sunday in preparation for a tough work week; I still have all of Monday to rest. Today,
as it is Mother's Day (and although I am only mom to a cat),
I thought I deserved to be a little decadent as I sat down with
my morning cup of coffee. I had been at my parents this week and
had been once again, as always, drawn to her China cabinet to drool
over her Bone China Tea Cup
collection. I remember these from as far back as I can remember
much of anything and have been infatuated with them for at least
that long. She received them at her bridal shower that her mother
arranged; asking each guest to bring a personally chosen tea cup
for her to start her married life with. Little did my grandmother
know that her I would be more enamored with them than the originally
intended owner. Now that they're in my kitchen cupboard I fear they
might never return to my mother's china cabinet...why should they?
I can have coffee every Sunday in them, making me feel rather like
royalty...something, though I mightn't deserve, I do truly enjoy. |
