Yesterday’s Photo-A-Day was photo-centric rather than
writing-centric, because I happened to take an especially artistic photograph.
Today, however, will be the opposite, since today’s topic is rather self-limiting
and since I ate breakfast in a less-than-aesthetically-pleasing place.
This might just be the dullest photograph ever taken on the
planet Earth. Or at least the dullest photograph ever taken by ME on the planet
Earth. But this is where ate breakfast, so this is my photo of the day.
Well, to be honest, saying that I “ate” breakfast here is
not entirely accurate. In fact, I drank
my breakfast here. I often begin my day with coffee and e-mail, usually while
my children are starting their breakfast in the next room. They finish their
breakfast around the same time I finish my coffee, so by the time I get to the “eating”
part of my breakfast, there is no single place I could take a photo to
represent where I ate breakfast.
I suppose I could put together a video or a slideshow of all
the various places where my breakfast eating takes place. Today it would have started
with the kitchen counter, since my breakfast began by stealing a bite of the
first half of my buttered English muffin while I was buttering the second
half. This was mainly a self-preservation strategy, since as soon as I went
downstairs to the playroom, my daughter (who has English Muffin Radar) attached
herself to my leg chanting alliteratively, “Mama, muffin – me!” and because I
am a sucker, I gave it to her. Sometimes she loses interest after a bite or two
and I can reclaim part of it later from wherever she’s discarded it (this could
be anywhere from on one of the couch cushions, to on the table, to the shelf in
front of the TV, to the bathroom sink), but today she apparently polished off
the whole thing. (Or possibly found a new hiding place. Eek.)
Since today is Tuesday, a day that my son goes to
pre-school, I grabbed a bite of the remaining muffin half in between making
sure he was dressed for school. I had to double-check that he had everything he
needed in his backpack, so I also snatched a few bites in the front hall and in
my son’s bedroom while I was digging out an extra pair of socks for him. We had a
little time to play before Daddy took him to school, so a few more bites happened
while building Lego towers and reassembling a Transformer.
Since I didn’t manage to retrieve a significant portion of
my English muffin from my daughter, I grabbed a piece of toast after the boys
left for school. My daughter (who also has Toast Radar) promptly came upstairs
to the kitchen and begged to share my toast, but I turned her down because I am
a Mean Mom. (Also, I was hungry!) But I did accept her pleas to sit and doodle
around at the piano, so I broke my own rule about no food near the piano and
played Chopsticks with her while I nibbled.
And I hadn’t quite finished nibbling when I realized how late
it was getting, so I polished off the last few bites in my own bedroom while I
got myself dressed to go out.
So, let’s see…that makes “where I ate breakfast” at my
computer, in front of the toaster, going down the stairs, in the playroom, in
the front hall, in my kids’ bedroom, at the piano, and in my own bedroom. Now
aren’t you glad I only made you look at one boring photo instead of a boring
tour of my whole entire house? Because pretty much my whole entire house is where I ate
breakfast.
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