Saturday Morning Breakfast

Got to love Saturday mornings - especially eating breakfast out. No cooking, no dishes, no tidying up the kitchen and best of all the cooking is usually a million times better than mine.

Saturday Morning Breakfast

Today was a beautiful day to eat out, but for some reason I was a clumsy teenager again. I remember being told that I would grow out of my awkwardness and clumsiness when I became a women.... Still waiting!

Half an hour in one Cafe:

Getting water - spilled water down my sleeve and all over the floor before I had even place a drop into the glass

Drinking - the glass mugs that they always seem to give your Latte is too hot. I spilled my latte all over the saucer as I tried to have my first sip

Eating breakfast - you think this would be simple, NOT....

 I got egg on:  

my scarf (2 different spots)

Over my jumper on my right sleeve and my right boob

all over my chin 

and lastly

I managed to get egg on my hand so as I wipe the egg off, I was making it worse.

Although I am grown up and classed as a women. I think someone forgot to tell my body as it still thinks it is going through my clumsy teens.  I guess if I feel that I am still young then I am happy with body think that as well. 

Follow up: Exercises is going well and hot chocolates a day are nearly matching! I had to wash everything I wore for breakfast because when I got home I found it was also on my dress. Maybe need to look at getting a bib.