Well, really, eat a better breakfast.
I’ve already written about my need for slow mornings. I’m not a hop-out-of-bed-and-sit-down-for-breakfast kind of person. I need a slow cup of coffee, and more than a few bleary eyed blinks before I’m ready to face the day, let alone feed myself.
The past month has seen a lot of shifting habits for our family. Both little guys are out of the house and in school during the day now, so our morning routine has been crunched into something that’s a bit more harried for all of us. We’re out the door by 7:30, which feels great for getting an early and productive start to the day, but also like we endure something of a tornado between waking and hearing the door slam behind us. I don’t want to misrepresent anything: Mostly this has been great. Faye and Silas are still both so eager to set off for school that getting them dressed and out the door has been, dare I say, easy. We don’t usually have to beg them to brush their teeth or put on their shoes and both James and I are home in the early hours to tag team the general bits of housekeeping that crop up in the morning.
The trouble comes with breakfast for me. James eats breakfast with the kids first thing, but we need to leave the house before I feel like I’m really ready to eat anything. And then, by the time I’m done finishing the loop of school drop-offs, I’m about ready to keel over.
For the first few weeks of school, I fell into the habit of stopping by one coffee shop or another for a refill on coffee and a treat to boot. A donut, maybe, or a tempting scone. A bagel with cream cheese. I don’t have enough fingers on my hands to list off all of the possible tempting stops. I’m not here to condemn any of those breakfast choices. I’m a big believer generally in stopping for treats and I’ve never met a donut I didn’t like. But the habit of an every-morning out-of-the-house breakfast is expensive and very often, my sweet tooth meant I was picking a breakfast that was very satisfying in the short term, but leaving me still hungry shortly after.
The week before last, I made myself a simple vow not to buy breakfast on the walk back to my desk and I’m very much taken with my new habit. When I come home, I move my work table to the window so I get all the best light while I work and then I take a few minutes to make myself a simple but intentional breakfast. A big bowl of oatmeal topped with nuts or fruit. Or a bowl of yogurt topped with granola. (I’ve been making batches of peanut butter maple granola from Jessica Lewis Stevens’ Sugarhouse Workshop zine. It’s the perfect amount of sweet and salty.) I eat breakfast as I hammer out my morning emails, or make final edits to blog posts.
What about you guys? What do you do for breakfast? I’m gave up my office lease after my kids started out-of-the-house childcare, so now I have the luxury of sitting down for a late breakfast while I work from home, but I’m curious about breakfast routines for folks who work out of the house. Do you eat breakfast before you leave or once you get to work? Most important: what’s in your bowl?