Let’s face it: breakfast is the reason I get out of bed most mornings. I open my eyes, fumble with my alarm, debate hitting snooze, remember all the things I need to get done, groan, and then remember… oh yeah, breakfast! Then I drift out of bed like a cartoon character following the scent of something delicious. (Er, maybe it’s more like I stumble in the general direction of the kitchen hoping not to bump into any walls along the way, but I do get up.)
The problem is, when I get to the kitchen, there’s nobody there making delicious things for me. (I know, right?! Major let down.) It turns out, I AM that person for The Husband. Sometimes I think I’ve got the raw end of that deal, but I won’t lie, I love making breakfast for him most mornings. What I don’t love, though, is having to measure, chop, or otherwise prepare things while my eyes are still half closed. That’s a recipe for mistakes, not to mention when I do open my eyes fully, the first thing I see is the giant mess I’ve made. Wa-wa-waaa.