Number 4 initiates her usual quandary over what to have for breakfast, there is an array of cereal or there is toast.
It’s not an unusual choice, it’s the same pretty much every day.
Today it seems to be a lot more difficult than it should be.
‘We have Pop Tarts at Daddy’s.’ She says.
‘You’re not at Daddy’s.’ I say.
‘I don’t like cereal or toast.’ She says.
‘You liked it yesterday.’ I say.
A long 10 minutes pass…
‘Fine then, I’ll have toast.’ She screams.
‘Fine then.’ I say.
She eats the toast. I take her to school. I’m now late for work.
On my return I realise I haven’t had time for breakfast, no time for toast so I scoff down 3 jam tarts and a can of coke!