Before I begin this post, let me first state the obvious – I brought this on myself.
It started off innocently enough. When I began working from my home office, since I was up anyway, I offered to fix my older boys breakfast before they headed off to school. Better, I thought to myself, than just pouring some dry cereal in a bowl or, worse, having nothing at all.
But, before I knew it, I had morphed my kitchen into a diner in which I was slinging out scrambled eggs, sausages and a variety of other items ranging from toasted bagels to homemade muffins.
Like a short-order cook, I filled their orders – three shifts worth to meet each of their three departure times.
I can’t complain. The tips aren’t so hot, but I do get the weekends off…