Sunday, May 31, 2009
"On the first day of Jenny, my challenges shall be..."
Would you believe I already knew this and decided to start today anyway? My son and I go out to breakfast together most Sunday mornings. He works a third shift job, and I get a phone call a little after seven a.m. to ask if I'm up for it.
I always am. A mom needs to see her kid(s) even after they've grown and flown, you know. He's married, but Sunday mornings his wife likes to sleep in, and this is our mom-son time. Of course it is around a meal.
When I had my first consultation, I mentioned this to the gal who was doing my menu, and I told her flat out... I will go out with my kid, this is not an option. First meal, first day... "meal on my own".
Restaurants aren't that good about bringing you "4 ounces of Orange Juice", "8 ounces of skim milk". They do a pretty decent job of wheat toast dry, and one poached egg. And the glasses are about the size of some I have at home that I've done the measurement test with. And I figure I followed the spirit of the meal, if not the letter.