We didn’t eat breakfast until almost ten today. The morning was spent with rainbow bunnies (a show on Netflix that isn’t actually called that) and scrolling the ‘gram.
I started feeling anxious and a little off. So I put my phone down on the counter and played with Von.
Over and over she somersaulted off my hip as I lay on my side on our soft, finally made king bed. At some point though, between all the tickles and the somersaults that were making me dizzy, I declared we should go have some breakfast.
I made Von a pancake, frozen of course. Then unloaded the dishwasher. “Mommy, can I have some sausage.” she asked from her chair and I smiled, grateful I’d had the thought to buy more breakfast sausage on Monday.
“Sure thing,” I said and started cooking the sausage in a pan. I thought about using the cast-iron pan but didn’t feel like lugging it out from it’s space in one of the cabnets.
As the sausage sizzled on the stove and Von played in her syrup, I realized that I was also hungry. Remembering we had about seven poblano peppers in our veggie drawer, I started chopping.
My eyes teared up as I chopped a small bit of onion. The pepper was green and bright. I scrambled the eggs before dumping in cheese, salt, and the veggies into the bowl. Everything went into the frying pan.
The egg cooked. Von finished. I got her out, frustrated that with breakfast we rarely eat at the same, that we’re like ships passing each other every single morning. But, I decided to just enjoy the moment I had to myself to eat, while she went and played on her own.
I ate, realizing again that I don’t like breakfast sausage (or any kind of sausage) all that much. Persephone happily ate the rest of my sausage, so it didn’t go to waste. I ate my omelet, drank my orange juice. Wiped down my dishes and went to find Von.
Maybe tomorrow breakfast won’t feel quite so chaotic.
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