Every family has their own Sunday traditions. Some include a big family dinner or watching a football game together.
Those were never really options for my family. Once I got a part time job, I would work the weekends, and miss out on the big family dinners. I still work every Saturday and Sunday. Plus, my family's never been big on sports, so the football game is pretty much out of the question as well. So we've picked up on another Sunday tradition, one I happen to enjoy very much.
Breakfast.
Every Sunday, without fail, my family usually gets some kind of breakfast from somewhere delicious, and for some reason, it's usually me who picks it up. I usually venture out, still in pajamas and rocking the most outrageous bed head. My parents always poke fun that I look absolutely ridiculous, but I'm too comfy to care.
Sometimes it's bagels from the deli down the block, it could be a quick Mcdonald's run for delicious egg Mcmuffins, or it could be the bakery five minutes away that makes awesome rolls and croissants. Every week is a little different, but it's always the highlight of a lazy Sunday for me and my whole family.
My personal favorite is when the planets align just right, and we get everybody up for a trip to Perkins. We shuffle into a booth, and while everybody tries to decide what they want to order, my dad refuses a menu. He always orders pancakes, no matter what time of day we go to Perkins -- pancakes or nothing.
To me, Sundays are days for lazy Netflix binges, sweatpants and a big family breakfast.