the friends

It’s All About the Friends

Little One supervising breakfast preparations.

Little One supervising breakfast preparations.

This is what I do in the thirty minutes after waking each day.  EVERY day:

Immediately upon getting out of bed I let my friends out, lest the little one has an accident.  Then and only then do I “let myself out”, so to speak.

As soon as I have used the indoor plumbing and they have used the outdoor plumbing, I split a pill and give half of it to the little one. Then I make their breakfast, which ordinarily involves heating up food that I have previously prepared.  I combine five ounces of cooked ground chicken, 2 ounces of steamed and pureed green beans, 2 ounces of baked and pureed pumpkin and 9 ounces of cooked oatmeal.  All organic.  While it is warming on the stove, slightly, I wash their bowls, crush a doggy multivitamin in each one and then divvy up the food – 6 ounces to the little one, 12 ounces to her twice-as-big big brother.

With five of my thirty minutes left, I pour myself a cup of coffee – with cream and a sprinkling of cinnamon – that the hub made and get back into bed, coffee on the nightstand, computer on my lap, Bible study materials scattered all around.

If you must know.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Two Right Feet.”


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