Maybe it’s Mother’s Day at 7:30am and your kids wake you up with a plate of cold toast, runny eggs, and a short glass of lukewarm OJ. Sure, it may not be the best-tasting meal in the world, and yeah, you might fill your sheets with crumbs, but don’t tell me getting served breakfast isn’t the greatest.
I mean, there you were just sleeping there. And someone else said “Let’s go downstairs and cook up our best possible meal, toss it on a tray, and bring it upstairs and serve it to you.” Yes, serve it to you! Cook it up and set it up and serve it to you. I have to say you’re pretty lucky if this happens to you.
Plus, breakfast in bed can also help accomplish the exotic get up and eat up and get back down move, a brilliant Saturday or Sunday feat that involves filling your belly with breakfast and then immediately crashing back into a post fiesta siesta. Yes, it’s a great feeling to go back to bed with that full stomach. And who knows? Maybe there’s a lunch in bed just waiting for you on the other side of those sleepy dreams. But really, it’s a good question — has anyone ever actually scored lunch in bed? If so, I’m pretty sure they win the World’s Greatest Day Ever contest.
Now, the Trump Card for turning a good breakfast in bed into a great one is when it includes one or more of the following:
- One of those tiny, miniature glass bottles of ketchup or jam
- A homemade greeting card wishing you a Happy Mother’s Day or Happy Birthday
- A breakfast dessert of any kind
- Butter painstakingly carved into a perfect sphere
- Cute, restaurant-style folded up napkins
Because let’s be honest, people. We sure do love eating. We sure do love sleeping. And breakfast in bed is the closest we get to combining both at the same time. And around here, you know what we think of that.
Say it with me now.
AWESOME!
The last time this happened, I think I was in Year 10 at high school. I was feeling really crook, so Mum came in early in the morning and turned off my alarm ten minutes before it would have woken me. I woke up at 10am to the smell of toast and milo.
Day off school. Breakfast in bed. Being coddled because you’re sick. AWESOME. :)
Still piggy backing off comments…sorry….
I’ve never had breakfast in bed. I bet it is really awesome. When I was a kid, I always had to get out of bed to eat when I was sick. Nowadays, if I don’t make breakfast, there is no breakfast. Maybe my kids will come up with the idea all by themselves in a couple years.
I am nearly always up before everyone. I almost had breakfast in bed twice: Once when my eldest daughter was 3, I found her mixing 2 litres of milk, 1 dozen eggs, a loaf of bread and left over tomato soup for colour, in her earnest attemp to make “French toast!” The next time, I felt an imbending sense of doom, along with the combination of burnt plastic and toast in the air. In the kitchen I came upon, my then 7 year old daughter, perched upon the counter top, fork in the toaster trying to pry the stuck, burning piece of toast out, while the drip coffee pot was on a red hot burner, the handle melting/dripping onto the element, the coffee thick as tar, eggs exploded and hanging from the ceiling…..her proud smile, the only pretty sight!
I am ALWAYS up before everyone, so I best bestow it upon someone else:)
p.s. with Milo, sound delicious, ltbg:)
I’m laughing at the picture in my head!
Sounds like a sight! That’s kind of what I’m expecting when my kids get to be a bit more adventurous in the kitchen.
Oh ya~ we REALLY love and appreciate IHop!
Hey, someone should pioneer a Breakfast in Bed company! Anybody….:)
Thank goodness you’re married to a fireman:)
Ah, what are you talking about? He’ll join the kids in the mess making and he’d probably be the one trying to pry burnt bread out of a toaster with a fork!!
LOLllllll!:)
I’m with you, Bekah. I’ve never had breakfast in bed, but I’ve always dreamed about it. Thanks, Neil, for bringing up the little bottles of ketchup. I love those! I didn’t even know they existed until I saw one on a trip I took to New Orleans when I was 21. I’ve been fascinated with them ever since.
I still have a little bottle of ketchup that I took when I went to DC for a visit. I have a bunch of weird little souveniers from different places. I have a spoon that I ate ice cream from (washed it) when I was in Canada and a little brown paper bag from a trip to Mississippi and even a small bag of coffee from my honeymoon.
Where can a guy find these little bottles of ketchup or jam? I see them all the time in hotels and stuff, but I’ve never ever seen one in a store. I want one. Anyway, I’ve never gotten breakfast in bed, but it seems awesome. Maybe I can invent a robot or something that could serve me breakfast in bed.
I do love my butter in perfectly spherical balls ^.^
What wonderful memories of Mother’s Days past! Thanks!
Now, I’m wondering how to score the double play of breakfast AND lunch in bed?!