Ah, breakfast. The most important meal of the day.
Left up to be provided by the two Old People of the family who want nothing more than to just stay in bed. Stupid plan, Mother Nature, stupid.
It doesn’t help that the Young People want nothing to do with sitting down for 15 minutes to eat when they’ve been sleeping for the past nine hours and feel they must play. with. everything. at. once. Who needs caffeine when they have a supernatural supply of it coursing through their blood?
So breakfast is a simple affair on school days. Toast or cereal. Maybe a quick egg with toast. Doodicus doesn’t eat well. One of his medication’s side effect is that it’s an appetite suppressor, so if we didn’t give a shit, he could go all day without eating. Breakfast can be a bit of a battle, except on the weekends. That’s when we do a big breakfast, but it’s usually later in the morning, at 8:00 or 8:30 instead of 6:30.
This is just a regular day: Doodicus is having cereal without milk on it (he doesn’t like it to get soggy) and then he drinks a glass of milk. Aitch is on this kick where she has to have at least two bowls of cereal – separated of course – and then some OJ. Sparring Partner’s breakfast is usually toast or an english muffin and the ever familiar glass of Carnation instant breakfast, a staple for his breakfast every morning ever he was 9 years old. We even have to have it when we go on vacations or overnight trips.
I only WISH I was kidding.
Me? I’m usually cupping my coffee like a lover and refereeing the bickering between any two of the other three people in the vicinity. Good thing they’re cute.