Since becoming a parent a lie in is suddenly 7.30am.
Yup, 7.30 am.
The younger me shudders at how ridiculous that sounds. But the current me almost shrieks with happiness when I awake and see the time is past seven. It is a treat I never expect with three children, three cats, one tween dog and a boatload of tasks to achieve every day.
In life BC (before children) sleeping in until midday on a weekend was virtually the norm.
My bed is my sanctuary, I blooming love it. It is a place of luxury. Recently I spotted a groupon deal for some lush new bedding which means more oasis is even more comfortable. Yet, sadly, I still get to spend very little time in my favourite room in the house.
But what I would do if I had a day with nothing to do….
A duvet day….
My dream duvet day consists of myself and my bed. No small people, no furry four-legged friends. Just me, my Kindle, my TV remote and four handsome men outside cooking on a BBQ.
Oh, and a massage therapist.
And some birds.
Because, like Snow White, my day would begin with bluebirds cheerfully chirping in my room around eleven, welcoming me into the day. As one of the said handsome BBQ men entered my room, armed with a cup of strawberry tea, the bluebirds would delicately peel back the duvet, revealing my comfortable (but clearly alluring) PJ’s.
I would nestle amongst my pillows as handsome BBQ man one, handed me my tea, and I would accept his compliment of how beautiful I was looking.
(In my dream duvet day scenario I wake up with a full face of make up and smelling like roses.)
Then I would reach for my Kindle and read a book – a whole one – without anyone disturbing me. When that pleasure was done, my massage therapist would enter to rub away my aches and massage me from my scalp to my toes.
As the massage started to end, I would feel my senses starting to tingle as the scent of BBQ started to creep in through the open window. The combined smell of chicken, steak and roasted BBQ vegetables would tease me as I started to search through the channels to choose a film to accompany my meal.
I will spend at least five minutes debating between The Breakfast Club and Dirty Dancing, before deciding to watch both.
Each of my four handsome cooks will present me with food which my tiny frame will consume with gusto. (In my dream duvet day I am also a size 8).
I will have cake for pudding. And wine, really good wine. The 365 alcohol free challenge does not apply in this dream.
The films will be watched, the food destroyed, and as night starts to fall the chaps will return to my room and suddenly reveal themself to be a four piece harmony band who will lull me off to sleep with songs of my liking, leaving me happy and content in the land of slumber.
A day in bed – perfection!
What would you do with a duvet day?
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