Usually he has his breakfast at the kitchen table while I have a shower. We have our routine finely tuned on a work/school morning. He sits in the same chair for each meal and the he quite often doesn’t bother turning the light on in the room, preferring to eat in semi-darkness.
I think this is the one thing every day where I don’t have to tell him to do a certain thing, ie eat. And I’ve learned that he MUST eat before we go for our morning walk which is why I have a shower when he’s eating his breakfast. He kind of reminds me of a centaur in ‘The Silver Chair’ one of the Narnia books. The centaur would take hours to eat his breakfast because he had a human stomach and a horse stomach. JJ isn’t quite that bad but when you’re eating at least two bowls of cereal it can equate to a bit of time.
As he has a couple of bowls of cereal with milk, there’s usually milk spilled on the table. The cushion on his chair is a reminder that he uses this chair regularly to eat and because he drops things on it and makes the cushion dirty. It’s a pain in the ass to wash them because you can’t take the covers off so I have to wait for a hot day to wash them then hang them on the line to dry.
I wrote the above as part of an exercise I’ve been given by a life coach in an attempt to unblock my creative juices as they haven’t been flowing much lately.
