Breakfast Time

When I was in elementary, junior high and high school my mom worked 3rd shift at a local hospital. We attended school on the west side of town which meant we caught two buses to school and two buses home. Our days were pretty long. I remember mornings waking up to the smells of breakfast flowing up from the kitchen. Recently I thought about how my mom worked from 11 p.m. to 7:30 in the morning and still managed to prepare a meal for us. On Wednesday I awoke at 5 in the morning and I heard a still voice say, "If your mom could cook for her children after working all night, surely you can cook breakfast after sleeping all night." Ouch.

So, I got my cute self out of the bed and prepared sausage and scrambled eggs, with extra cheese because that is what they like. Tyler stumbled into the kitchen and upon seeing him I asked, "How did you know I was in the kitchen." He told me that the smell of food woke him up. He preceded to get dressed and for the first time ever he set the alarm on his phone to wake him up by 6:20 a.m. for future mornings. Goodness, is that what a warm breakfast does?

After cooking I went to the back of my home to prepare for my day. When I stepped out of my bathroom I was floored my the scents that had welcomed me awake in my youth. I didn't think I could do it but actually for the rest of the week I have gotten up and prepared breakfast. I even knew the night before what I would prepare the next morning. Yesterday we had grits and bacon and in looking in the cabinet I decided I needed a waffle iron and some items from Kroger's.

I honestly don't know what's going on with me. Each day brings out a part of me that I never knew existed.