I don’t remember my weekly breakfasts too much as a kid. I remember in high school eating a lot of oatmeal and hot chocolate. I remember eating eggs here and there, and waffles were always a welcomed meal. College was all about enjoying a coffee and muffin during my first morning class. Nowadays, breakfasts are tough for me.
I struggle with breakfasts. It’s true. I want to start the day off right because I feel like it sets the tone for the whole day, but some mornings I just can’t think of what “right” is.
Yesterday was one of those days that I put on a huge college sweatshirt, and looked like a hot mess all day. You know what I’m talking about! If I was in my pre-parenthood life I would have stayed in bed all day and binge watched trashy shows. Instead I did probably the exact opposite of that, just with super oversized comfy clothes on. I felt fine. I was in good spirits. Just the whole getting dressed like an adult thang was not happening. Turns out, my kids could care less what I look like.
You guys would not BELIEVE what happened to me today. All because I was trying to be a good person. It’s so nuts! I went for a quick jog into center city to run some errands and thought I would kill two birds with one stone, get a workout in as well. It was so hot and by the end of my run I was a bit parched…