Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner in Bed
Wednesday, December 6th, 2006It used to be that I thought breakfast in bed to be a luxury. I would often be out of bed before Aurora on the weekends, and occasionally I would make a meal to take upstairs to her. On the mornings when she got up before me, I would whine about how she never made breakfast in bed for me; even if it was just cereal, couldn’t she at least deliver it to me so I didn’t have to get up?
Now, as my friends and other people who check out this page regularly may already know, I’m laid up in bed with a broken leg/ankle and can hardly get up at all. I spend mornings, noons, and nights in basically the same position: flat out on my back with my leg elevated on three pillows. The tables have turned in the meal preparation department, and then some. Aurora makes pretty much everything we eat without any help from me (though thankfully friends have been helping us out with an occasional meal; by which I mean, we’re thankful Aurora gets a break every now and again, as opposed to me being thankful I get to eat something not cooked by Aurora, which isn’t the case because she does pretty well in the kitchen), and then delivers it to me in our bed.