Right now my life doesn’t have quite as much routine as it will soon, when I start working and return to school. The habits that I currently have are most noticeable on Sunday mornings. I thought it would be fun to share a look at what I do after rolling out of bed on the first day of a new week.
One of the first things I do when I wake up (after kissing the man and the kitty, of course) is to make a cup of coffee. I have a Keurig, but instead of k-cups we use a small washable coffee basket insert and Cafe Bustelo Cuban Espresso. I love super strong coffee, black with a bit of sugar, as I only usually drink one cup. Bustelo is strong enough for one Amazon reviewer to call it “liquid crack”, but miraculously it isn’t bitter or acidy. I rely on it.
I then check some blogs, including tons of Project Life and scrapbooking inspiration. I dislike using blog readers like Feedly or Bloglovin’, as I’m never sure that the blogs will get the page views they deserve. So I have the blogs I follow grouped into folders on my Firefox toolbar. I click on the toolbar folder, scroll down to the bottom of the list, and then click “open all in tabs”. It takes a couple minutes to load the tabs, and sometimes the blog hasn’t any new content. So I just close that tab. The process isn’t as convenient as a blog reader, but somehow it feels more intimate.
Usually by the time I’m done reading my blogs, pinning all the pretty inspiration, and checking BBC News, my lovely man has breakfast ready. Almost every Sunday he makes us pancakes with Irish butter and maple syrup. This has been a ritual for years. There have been times when those weekly pancakes were little golden life rafts. Now I thank the goddess we’re sitting in our own apartment together, eating breakfast in peace–no matter that breakfast is still served on a card table because we haven’t built the big one yet.
Once I’m fed and the dishes are ignored in the sink, it’s time for some memory keeping! I screencap any amusing texts I’ve received that week and then delete the messages. I pull all the photos off my phone and camera, and then delete them too. Even though there’s almost never anything incriminating (wink wink), I like to delete my photos weekly so that I don’t have to scroll though to find the following week’s pictures. Download, delete, fresh start.
Next, I use these photos and texts, my boyfriend’s brain, and my own coffee high to recreate the past week in something I’ve taken to calling my “daycal”, short for “daily calendar”. I’ll do a post on these little daily logs soon, as I’ve kept them for an astonishingly long time, and they’re fun and fascinating to look back on. Each day receives a sketch of what went down, and then I use the little “notes” section to record some highlights and accomplishments of the week. It’s part gratitude diary, part accountability test. It’s not always easy to keep up, but every little bit counts, and it’s a habit very dear to me.
The very last bit of my Sunday morning routine is the redoing of my manicure. God I love nail polish. I probably own over 200 bottles of it. I pick out about 20 to use at the beginning of each season, so that I’m not rummaging through the box, all overwhelmed, every weekend. It’s vanity plus practicality–the polish is pretty, makes me feel groomed while I work from home, and keeps my brittle nails from breaking painfully short in the process. A bit of non-acetone polish remover and paper towels, a quick filing, Orly Bonder rubberized basecoat, 2-3 coats of polish, and then Sally Hansen Insta-Dry topcoat. Remember when a manicure meant your hands were unusable for an hour afterwards? The march of progress.
Sundays are almost never that busy in our household. A second cup of coffee, leftover chores from Saturday, fun little house projects…often a trip to the beach (our church) or down to the bay. Sometimes all we do is read and snuggle and listen to the rain. As a busy, intense person facing a lot of life upheaval, I love having one day a week that I know will contain both tried-and-true pleasures, and unstructured free time.
Long live Sunday mornings.