Everyday Sundays

Sundays are the 'almost-perfect' creation of God. Sunday is a half-baked perfection only because you know tomorrow it's the beginning of long working week. And before your bones are all relaxed and chillin', Monday has its foot at the door ready to trip you.

A complete Sunday is when the sheets are gently welcoming, the curtains are slightly dancing and you find that it's steadily pouring - not half as heavy as a downpour where the puddles muddles your brains but just enough of sunshine to put a smile in your eyes.

My idea of an 'Forever Sunday' is:
1. Hogging the newspaper to myself for two hours in the garden.
2. Watching the kids in front of the TV with cornflakes in their hair (and everything else within a 2-metre radius).
3. Having a guffaw or two with mom and dad about something silly they did.
4. Slurping down a bowl of home-made noodles freshly made by a home-chef. Who needs a celebrity title when you have a domestic goddess at home?
5. Having a conversation with a 15-month old baby. (I talk economics and she replies in politics.)
6. Not thinking about work and deadlines.

I wish it could a Forever Sunday Everyday.