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Yesterday morning I woke up earlier than I have in a long time. This is somewhat unusual because I have been working so hard and so long at home (because of Sandi being as sick as she is right now) that I have to fight myself pretty hard to get out of bed before 8:00 AM on any given day (which is the latest that I can leave in order to get to work at a time that allows me to leave before 7:00 in the evening).

Yep, up early and proud of myself I decided that I would pat myself on the back a little bit by making myself breakfast. This has been a rarity as of late since I am usually hauling butt to get out of the house before 8 o'clock. In fact, I have made my own breakfast for years seeing as I am usually the only grown up when it is time for me to eat breakfast.

With breakfast on the brain I showered as quickly as I could and got myself ready to leave for work. I headed toward the kitchen with the intent of cooking when I ran into Adriannah in the living. Her first words to me for the day were "Can you make me an egg sandwich?".

Not wanting to be a curmudgeon of a father I told her that I would. Not wanting to share any more than I had to at this point I also told her to be quiet so as not to wake up her siblings. It didn't matter.

Aaron woke up a few minutes into Annah's breakfast sandwich. Knowing that I was now at least three sandwiches into this morning I got a little frantic. Knowing that I was running out Egg Beaters AND bread I got quite a bit more frantic. Apparently that was just enough to wake up Alaynah.

Now I had three children awake, very little time to get myself out of the house, very little breakfast making material left and an uneasy feeling that it would only take the slightest sound to ensure that I made breakfast for all of my kids while not having any for me.

Ultimately the waking up stopped and I was able to cook sandwiches for all the kids that were awake at the same time as I was able to make me one. Awesome.

Though I could have left the house at about 7:05 and been on time instead I left the house at 7:55 having cooked four sandwiches and washed the dishes and kissed the kiddos and made me coffee.

Yes. I felt a little good about myself. Or was it my 0.025 ounce egg sandwich on bread heals that did that?