I try.
I woke up this morning in a really good mood, and thought about what I wanted for breakfast. Pancakes, toast, maybe a homemade burger. Not healthy choices per say, but I usually don’t eat when I wake up, and was trying to change that. Unfortunately, the person I live with got up just as I made the final decision, and literally commandeered the kitchen. There are spare ribs in one side of the sink, the plastic they were wrapped in taking up the other side, a huge pan on the stove top along with a pot that was just used to make oatmeal, dishes that were in the sink on the counter top, and they are in the living room sitting on the edge of the recliner, poised to finish the kitchen takeover. Basically, there will be no cooking breakfast for me, and I’m at that level of hungry where my stomach burns and I feel slightly sick with a headache, so I MUST eat. I grabbed whatever I could and got out of the kitchen – chips and dip.
This day is sliding downhill fast.
