I wake up to my wife complaining of feeling queasy. I take that as my cue to start the morning routine without her. Normally it is her that takes charge of the morning duties; clothing and feeding our Kindergartener, and walking him to school. But today it’s my turn. I usually begin days like today on a better note than the ones I ‘sleep-in’ on. So even though my first reaction to “Honey, I feel queasy, can you…” was along the mental lines of, “Oh, come on!”, I get up anyway. Anything to make my wife’s long day smoother.
So here I am, back home from walking my son to school, when it occurs to me that I haven’t even had breakfast – decaf coffee doesn’t count. Do I whip up some eggs and fry up some delicious sausage? Heat up a bowl of warm oatmeal? Nope. I will most likely wait until lunch to eat.
My youngest has stirred, so therefore I hear both him and my wife traipsing around upstairs. I guess that would be my cue to end this post for now.