Breakfast

My entire life I’ve struggled with getting up in the morning. For a brief period when I was a little girl, I would get dressed in my school clothes the night before so I could sleep just a little longer in the morning. In the winter, to get me out of bed, my mom would wake me by telling me it snowed outside. For some reason it always worked, and I would jump out of bed and run to the window only to be disappointed. There was actually good reason to not want out of bed when I was young: we only had a wood stove to heat the house, and if the fire hadn’t been burning for a while, it was freezing when we got up. That was an excuse during the cold months, but really my problem persisted year round.

As an adult, I’m a serial snoozer on weekdays. There’s never anything that sounds more appealing than laying in bed for a few more minutes. Often I don’t eat breakfast until I get to work, if at all. My morning routine is frantic, and usually ends in me running out the door with just minutes to catch the bus five blocks away.

The weekends are another story though. One of my favorite things about Saturday or Sunday mornings is that I get to wake up early and enjoy a nice home cooked breakfast. Eggs and coffee are always on the menu, but the rest varies. Sometimes steamed kale with preserved lemon and olive oil, and other times toast and jam. The morning after returning from Florida, I made poached eggs, bacon, toast, and coffee. Simple and delicious.

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This photo was taken with my film camera.

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5 comments

  1. I am exactly the same way! I too remember wearing my clothes to bed just so I could sleep in a little longer during the school week. It was not until the day of my graduation from college that I had breakfast in the dining hall for the very first time. Bed is just so cozy! I really identify with this Lizzy Stewart sketch and I bet you will too: http://lizzystewartdiary.tumblr.com/post/14994808586/december-28th-2011

  2. I have wished my whole entire life that I was naturally an early riser. When I do wake up and get out of bed and start my mornings early I am so satisfied with my time and my day, and I don’t feel rushed. But it really is so soo hard to leave the covers, especially in the winter.

  3. i’m the same! i had thee hardest time waking up when i was in high school, then college, then freelancing haha. it’s strange though, because now, i love waking up early, catching the morning light and having a small breakfast in silence. it’s really nice : )

  4. I hear yeah! I’m the same way, it drives my fiancé crazy, but I just can’t seems to get up early that easily. I’ve been like that for as long as I can remember. I wish I was a morning person!

  5. Let me just admit here that my mother fully dressed me for school – tights and all – as I slept, for far too long. Needless to say, it’s stayed with me, which has me wondering what came first – the narcoleptic child or the coddling mother?

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