Omar: I’m in class and I smell like cheerios from the morning
Me: cheerios dont smell bad unless they’re in vomit..
O: wow.
M: im just saying, you probably smell good. cuz cheerios dont smell bad.
unless you vomitted recently?
O: ur bad.
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For the past 8 years, Saturday mornings have been a mix of weekend laziness with the accompanying elaborate breakfasts and getting to school frenzy. My mother is the founder and principal of Manhal-Ul-Eman Academy, a weekly school dedicated to teaching Arabic and Islamic religious studies. Since high school, I’ve held different jobs at the school, from teacher’s assistant to office assistant to teacher.
For the better part of 8 years, I begged my mother to not go: I created excuses ranging from physical illness to mental fatigue to school work. My excuses were elaborate, planned from the beginning of the week for a final finish on Saturday.
Nothing worked on my mom.
After patiently listening to me, week after week, she’d always end by telling me that I only had a few minutes left to get dressed.
Now I find myself waking up late on Saturday mornings to a quiet house and a different feeling of responsibility. My husband wakes up soon after me and we excitedly get to our tasks, his in the office and mine in the kitchen, rolling out the scone dough that I prepared the night before.
Sometimes I miss our previous routine, but then I see the satisfaction on my husband’s face as eats scone after scone and I think, this is exactly how Saturday mornings should be.
Recipe: Morning Raisin Scones
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