Yesterday, I ate breakfast three times.
It was the most I did all day. My biggest accomplishment: eating not just breakfast, and not just second breakfast, but THIRD breakfast.
Granted, second breakfast was actually lunch and third was dinner, but it was all breakfast food.
Somehow the one glass of diet coke I had with dinner on Saturday night equalled me being awake past 4 AM (sometimes I can consume caffeine and have no issues, sometimes it makes me Not Sleep For Hours, and there’s no way to predict which reaction I’ll have. Sucks). We were scheduled to have lunch with Dan’s parents on Sunday, so when I woke up at 9:30 I knew I couldn’t go back to sleep. We cleaned up the kitchen from Saturday’s dinner and Dan made toads-in-the-hole (basically, a piece of bread with a central hole removed and an egg cooked in the hole of the bread, all in a frying pan). It was a small breakfast, but we knew we’d be eating again in 2 hours so it was OK.
We went to lunch at a restaurant Dan and I hadn’t been to in a couple of years (and we’ve only ever been there for dinner). I found myself lusting after some of the brunch options so went with one of those rather than a truly lunch-ish thing (what was billed as a fritata turned out to really be an omelet, but my food was pretty good and I was hungry). Plus, they had $2 mimosas and bloody marys and you can’t go much wrong there.
By the time we got home, my severe lack of sleep had caught up with me and my big plans for working on projects and being productive so did not happen. Instead, I vegetated on the couch for an hour in front of a rerun of America’s Next Top Model (season two, wherein Jenascia gets kicked off for being short) and then gave up trying to stay conscious entirely. I lay down to take a nap and didn’t wake up until about 2 hours later when Dan came in to forcibly remove me from my pillow (he was afraid if I slept too long I wouldn’t be able to sleep Sunday night) (it turns out he was right, and I didn’t fall asleep ’til after 2 last night, but that’s not the important thing here). We did a grocery shopping once I was functional again and Dan made what he had been craving all day for dinner: waffles from scratch, breakfast sausage, and strawberries and kiwis. I insisted we have a little bit of vegetable matter (sauteed bell pepper, mushroom, onion and zucchini) but other than that it was straight up breakfast. For the third meal of the day.
I guess “I ate breakfast three times and took a 2 hour nap” sounds like a more accomplished day than just “I took a 2 hour nap”. How often can you say that? Not very often, I bet.