I haven't had a warm egg that I have cooked in almost 8 years. The mister and I are very lucky to have wonderful grandparents for our kids that will occasionally keep them overnight, giving us the opportunity to have warm eggs (cooked by someone else) for breakfast and maybe do some other things too. Brown chicken. Brown cow. I digress.
Cold eggs and parenthood go hand in hand. I'm not complaining about cold eggs. Actually, it's quite the opposite. Hear me out...
Most weekday mornings we resemble the fish in the koi pond at the local hibachi joint, when a whiny ass kid finally talks his mom into giving him a quarter for fish food. We run around, bumping into each other, seemingly with no direction, and clearly with different goals. Some fish are after the food. Others just want to see what's going on. The littlest fish is on the other side of the pond taking advantage of the mom fish being distracted.
My goal... get these children to school and daycare on time so that: (a) I don't inconvenience anyone from the teacher to the administrator with the burden of signing in and (b) so I'm not late to work. When you have an interest in your company, dodging work just isn't nearly as fun or rewarding. The kids, however, have a very different goal. Theirs, I'm convinced, is to throw as many oil spots on the Mario Kart course that is our Monday morning as possible. If we didn't forget medicine, then we didn't brush our teeth. If we didn't forget a uniform shirt, then one of us poops our footie pj's mere seconds before take off. It is never ending. This being the reason that some of us don't eat breakfast (by choice... relax... I'm not Cruella) and others have a plain Eggo in the car. No, you cannot have syrup in the car! Who do I look like, Willy Wonka?! They get to school early enough to eat there if they are hungry by then. I'm not a monster, but I'm clearly way too worried about my readers judging me on this issue. #anxietymom
When the rat race of the week comes to a close, there is nothing better than a Saturday morning, in the spring, with the windows open, all of our kids at home, and toons on the TV. We did it! We survived another week! No... we don't get a cookie, but we usually get a hot breakfast of eggs, bacon, and pancakes 😜. By the time everyone's plates are fixed and all of the drinks are poured, everyone's eggs are gone but mine. I sit down with my plate of cold eggs (and the other bad for me food that will inevitably make my ass even bigger because I have zero self control 😞 A topic for another day) and the loves of my life tell me how good breakfast is and how excited they are for our weekend together. That, my friends, makes every lap around Mario Raceway and every fight in the koi pond so worth it. I will take gratitude and happy kids over warm eggs any day of the week(end)!! #grateful #reallyblessed #ilovebacon