Lunch

I came up with the idea for this blog post this past week. It was about 5:50am and I was up and in the kitchen, where you can find me every weekday morning at this time. My husband’s alarm for work goes off at 5:40am. He gets up and starts the coffee before he gets ready to start his day. I lie there for a few minutes, internally whining about not wanting to get up, then I drag myself downstairs to make his lunch for the day. I complain about “having” to do this all the time. Truth be told, even though I am far from a morning person, he and I both enjoy spending the first few grumpy minutes of the day together. And, since he had a health scare a few years ago, this is a way that I can ensure that he is not eating garbage for breakfast and lunch.