07-22-2013, 11:41 PM
A Balanced Breakfast
After a somewhat restless night, I was awaken by a sweet smell. I wasn't' sure where it was coming from, but it was powerful enough that it took me out of my deep sleep. I sat up in bed, and quickly noticed I was the only one there, but it was also early in the morning still. I looked over at the cable box in my room, showing it was a little after eight. Eight in the morning use to be a common start to my day, back when Ivy was still in diapers. Since she started school, Stacy would send her off to school, with myself usually getting up around eleven or noon, depending on the night before. It's not that I liked to sleep in, I just never could go to sleep right when I would get home.
ARE YOU UP YET?
I could hear Stacy from the other side of the house. She was in the kitchen, hopefully making something good to eat. I knew she was brewing some strong Colombian, which was the cause of my stirring moments earlier. I reached for my glasses which I wore in the morning before I got my shower. It caused for less hassle, but I always wear contacts when I'm out and about.
YEAH, GIVE ME A MINUTE...
I slide to the edge of the bed, and slip on my night pants. I sit back onto the side of the bed, honestly wanting to just lay back down, and pass back out. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
Hold on honey, I'm coming...
Dad?
Oh hey Ivy, what's up?
Mom wanted me to make sure you were getting up.
Yeah, I'm just so tired for some reason.
Well I made you some coffee if you want some.
OK. I'll be out in a minute.
OK.
Ivy headed back down the hall, as I got up and followed shortly behind her. I came to the end of the hall, which entered the kitchen. I look around and see Stacy at the stove making something, but I was too out of it to go look. I walk to my regular seat at the table, and sit down. Ivy had set a cup of coffee in front of me.
Thanks sweetie.
Yep, love you daddy.
Love you too, now hurry up.
Ivy walks over to her mom, giving her a kiss on the cheek, before rushing towards the door. He was heading off to school with a few of the neighbor kids in the carpool. We lived close enough to not get a bus route, but far enough that walking takes a little too long. Stacy had her week last week, while Brian was next week. We have been good friends with Brian's family since we moved here. This week, however, was Kellie's week to carpool. Don't get me wrong, we have met her and her two sons. It's just....
I don't like those boys of hers. They are just little....
Bastards.
Matt!
Well they are little bastards. I mean come on, who comes over at ten at night to get a homework assignment?
I'm sure Ivy has a good head about her.
It's not Ivy I'm worried about.
Now, you have to look at this from two completely different perspectives. One of those is the view of the father. I love my daughter to death, and she is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. Then there's the view of that little bastard Eric. He sees the same thing I saw when I was his age. He sees a nice body and lips where he can take his tongue on a field trip around the world of puberty.
Oh I know, trust me.
I take a slow drink from my coffee and quiver from the extremely bitter taste. I hate drinking coffee black, but I needed the pick-me up. I set the mug down, as my wife places a plate of pancakes and bacon in front of me. Now, just so you know, this is not a normal morning for me. Usually I wake up and eat some cereal and drink either juice or an iced coffee. Just the fact that Stacy made me breakfast meant that she wanted me in a good mood before she told me whatever it was she was planning to tell me. She knew I liked some pancakes and bacon. Although I would have LOVED some bacon pancakes...
OK, so what did you want to talk about?
Is it that obvious?
Well, how often do you make breakfast?
OK smartass. Well, once your finished, we can discuss some things?
Yep, I'll take my grand old time then.
Please don't. It's kinda important.
I could tell she wanted to talk to something important, but I was also hungry. I decided that I would make quick work of my breakfast, so Stacy could get my full attention. But man do I love me some pancakes....
After a somewhat restless night, I was awaken by a sweet smell. I wasn't' sure where it was coming from, but it was powerful enough that it took me out of my deep sleep. I sat up in bed, and quickly noticed I was the only one there, but it was also early in the morning still. I looked over at the cable box in my room, showing it was a little after eight. Eight in the morning use to be a common start to my day, back when Ivy was still in diapers. Since she started school, Stacy would send her off to school, with myself usually getting up around eleven or noon, depending on the night before. It's not that I liked to sleep in, I just never could go to sleep right when I would get home.
ARE YOU UP YET?
I could hear Stacy from the other side of the house. She was in the kitchen, hopefully making something good to eat. I knew she was brewing some strong Colombian, which was the cause of my stirring moments earlier. I reached for my glasses which I wore in the morning before I got my shower. It caused for less hassle, but I always wear contacts when I'm out and about.
YEAH, GIVE ME A MINUTE...
I slide to the edge of the bed, and slip on my night pants. I sit back onto the side of the bed, honestly wanting to just lay back down, and pass back out. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
Hold on honey, I'm coming...
Dad?
Oh hey Ivy, what's up?
Mom wanted me to make sure you were getting up.
Yeah, I'm just so tired for some reason.
Well I made you some coffee if you want some.
OK. I'll be out in a minute.
OK.
Ivy headed back down the hall, as I got up and followed shortly behind her. I came to the end of the hall, which entered the kitchen. I look around and see Stacy at the stove making something, but I was too out of it to go look. I walk to my regular seat at the table, and sit down. Ivy had set a cup of coffee in front of me.
Thanks sweetie.
Yep, love you daddy.
Love you too, now hurry up.
Ivy walks over to her mom, giving her a kiss on the cheek, before rushing towards the door. He was heading off to school with a few of the neighbor kids in the carpool. We lived close enough to not get a bus route, but far enough that walking takes a little too long. Stacy had her week last week, while Brian was next week. We have been good friends with Brian's family since we moved here. This week, however, was Kellie's week to carpool. Don't get me wrong, we have met her and her two sons. It's just....
I don't like those boys of hers. They are just little....
Bastards.
Matt!
Well they are little bastards. I mean come on, who comes over at ten at night to get a homework assignment?
I'm sure Ivy has a good head about her.
It's not Ivy I'm worried about.
Now, you have to look at this from two completely different perspectives. One of those is the view of the father. I love my daughter to death, and she is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. Then there's the view of that little bastard Eric. He sees the same thing I saw when I was his age. He sees a nice body and lips where he can take his tongue on a field trip around the world of puberty.
Oh I know, trust me.
I take a slow drink from my coffee and quiver from the extremely bitter taste. I hate drinking coffee black, but I needed the pick-me up. I set the mug down, as my wife places a plate of pancakes and bacon in front of me. Now, just so you know, this is not a normal morning for me. Usually I wake up and eat some cereal and drink either juice or an iced coffee. Just the fact that Stacy made me breakfast meant that she wanted me in a good mood before she told me whatever it was she was planning to tell me. She knew I liked some pancakes and bacon. Although I would have LOVED some bacon pancakes...
OK, so what did you want to talk about?
Is it that obvious?
Well, how often do you make breakfast?
OK smartass. Well, once your finished, we can discuss some things?
Yep, I'll take my grand old time then.
Please don't. It's kinda important.
I could tell she wanted to talk to something important, but I was also hungry. I decided that I would make quick work of my breakfast, so Stacy could get my full attention. But man do I love me some pancakes....