New Morning Tradition?

Every morning, I wake up just as the boy is finishing breakfast, make my own breakfast*, and am finished eating by the time the boy is ready to head out of the door. Usually, I then head to the office for an hour or two of work before I workout, but the last couple of mornings this has happened.

Forget work. I gotta stay here so I can pet the kitty on my lap.

*"Make" is much too generous for what I do in the morning.  Dump some already made granola on top of some yogurt, throw some fruit in the bowl, pour four ounces of cranberry juice in a glass, and I'm done.  

**Yes, I'm a grown ass adult who sleeps in Eeyore pajamas.  My mother gave them to me for Christmas several years ago, they are made of flannel, and they are warm. I don't want any guff for my sartorial decisions.