We have a tradition...me and the hubs...a tradition that we sort of work our schedules around if at all possible. It's something so simple, but is essential to a successful weekend if you ask us. It usually involves a full belly and way too much enthusiasm for two 30 year olds to have for such an activity. Sundays, for us are all about the nap.
This is how our Sundays typically go.
We wake up, we head to church, we brunch (at home or out), we walk the pups (you know to walk off the delicious brunch), we take an epic nap (crucial), wake up sometimes walk the pups again, I cook dinner, we eat, watch a little TV and savor the last weekend moments before Monday slaps us in the face at 5:30 AM (that's what time Canean's alarm goes off, I usually get out of the bed around 5:57 AM, give or take a minute.)
That combination right there equals Sunday success. Well...if you are us it does.