I love being domesticated. Leisurely weekends, cleaning, cooking and making my house a home are my favorite weekends. It is my secret fulfillment to center myself around my home, even for just one day a week.
Busy weekends are enjoyable, of course--catching up with old friends, dinners out, nights out, play dates and pools. But I love Sundays when I wake up slowly, drink coffee around the house in my pajamas, catch up on reading. I sort the mail in my bare feet, plan out my menu, make lists of what I need to do.
I love to do the wash, make the bed with clean white sheets, put out fresh towels for the week.
I wear my inside clothes all day, put on my apron and cook meals for both tonight and later in the week.
There is something sacred about a day of creating order in preparation for the chaos of the week, knowing that as the busy days march forward, I have groceries stocked in the refrigerator, my counters are clean and I am ready to start the week.