Big Breakfast Sundays

My son started this tradition when my husband left his job working nights and started the job he has now where he is off Sundays only. I can't figure out how Charlie started this seeing as I'm the one that does the cooking, but he put in the request and it has stuck, some six years later. So, BBS consists of me making a nice breakfast (read: NOT POP-TARTS) and us sitting around the dining room table and get this, TALKING! You see, since the kids are older and our schedules are more hectic, it's hard to get us all around the dining room table. Big Charlie closes Tuesdays and Thursdays, so that kind of leaves me to just do a quick dinner of whatever the kids happen to want, be it pizza rolls or an apple and yogurt... Then there's Mondays dance class, Tuesdays dance and jazz band, Thursdays and Fridays karate, Saturdays BC works a bit later and has a company-purchased big lunch so his dinner appetite is just not there... That doesn't leave us much of an opportunity to just relax at the table and enjoy our meal and each other's company (without sitting around the tv in the living room, that is).

Some homemade cinnamon rolls for BBS...

So, on today's menu, there was hot Belgium waffles with a little low-fat dark chocolate ice cream on top (I didn't have any Cool Whip!) and the discussion of my son's "visit" with his 3 friends and the one kid's 18 year old blind and deaf "Zombie" cat. (Mike says the cat doesn't know he's dead yet!) We have the best conversations around that table. Sometimes there's arguments on whether you say "I got an 100 on my Italian test" or "I got a 100..." We all know it's the latter, but my kids will argue with me until they're blue in the face that it's not. (We've decided not to talk about it anymore.) But most times, we're just laughing about the anecdotes everyone shares about their day. I'm realizing now that these times are too few and far between, and also that they're numbered. Charlie's going to be a junior and Chelsea's going to be a freshman next year. We don't have much more time with them. Sad, but true. I'll have to cherish the time we do have. I look forward to a time when we're sitting around my table with their kids sharing these moments. Maybe they'll come back "home" for BBS, like my siblings and I go to our parents house on Sundays after church. I hope.