I don't get it.
You may hear, "breakfast in bed," and think about relaxing on a sunny morning with your loved ones giggling at your side.
But I just think about crumbs in my bed, how I'd have to get out of bed to go to the restroom anyway, how I'd been laying there for 6-8 hours and don't want butt rot, how I'd feel so lazy and slimy, how I probably shouldn't be eating whatever it is, how I'd need to brush my teeth, how I'd probably have to clean up whatever mess was made in the kitchen...you get the point.
I just don't get the concept of breakfast in bed other than it being a service opportunity to show someone you love them (although I'd much prefer other methods). I know that generally the population looks at this as a wonderful luxury...it just isn't for me.
How do you feel about crumbs in your bed while you chew calorie-laden food with your fuzzy teeth and greasy face? In other words, how do you feel about breakfast in bed?
Fine, as long as someone else is doing laundry that day.
As a kid I thought the idea was fantastic.
As an adult, I'm with you. The only time breakfast in bed is tolerable to me are the times I'm too sick to move, and usually at those times I can't eat anyway.
I think the only time that breakfast in bed sounded good was for the first couple of weeks after Michael was born and I was too weak to even move! I would have liked it if everything could have been done from bed!
I agree :)
Wait until you have a baby or little kids and haven't had a good night sleep in forever and the thought of never having to get out of bed is applying. Did you like that really long sentence?
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