This morning I decided that I needed to get to work on time for a change, as there were many things I needed to do. In order to accomplish this, I thought I would forgo the usual pleasant breakfast I've gotten into the habit of having with my son. So as I sat there by myself eating a cold chicken apple sausage and some toast, I thought:
Getting to work on time is overrated.
There should be more breakfast time spent pleasantly (if not quickly) with children over pancakes and eggs.