Breakfast-in-bed "man-style"

Last Thursday, I got an unexpected surprise from Steve. He decided to treat me with Breakfast-In-Bed for my birthday. I wasn't aware of this fact, so things got a little messed up. First off, I had the day off of work, so was looking forward to sleeping-in. I woke up at 7:20 AM when Steve got out of bed, but promptly rolled over and went back to sleep until 8:10 AM.... total bliss! Then I got out of bed and started to pack as we were going to the farm for the 4-day MEA weekend. It had snowed again that morning (3rd time in the past 4 days) and wanted to pack warm clothes, but I hadn't dug out my winter sweaters yet. But first, I had to make room in my drawer by putting away the summer clothes that I don't think I even had a chance to wear. This whole process resulted in multiple stacks of clothes on the bed, trunk open, dresser drawer pulled out... basically a complete mess in the bedroom.

I then went downstairs to get a suitcase out of the storage closet. I got distracted for a little while checking Facebook, reading birthday wishes, etc. By the time, I got back upstairs it was 8:30 and Steve was in the kitchen with some miscellaneous grocery bags and said, "Happy birthday! I'm making you breakfast-in-bed." I said he didn't have to since I was already out of bed and I had made a complete mess out of the bedroom as well. Now, the girls were up and they wanted to be part of the treat of breakfast-in-bed, so I cleared off the bed, propped up some pillows and climbed back into bed.

In came Steve and the girls with a TV tray singing happy birthday. It was my very first breakfast-in-bed! And it was a feast! I asked Kippy to go grab my camera so I could record the event, but I wouldn't let anyone take pictures of me 'cause I looked like heck with my bedhead and all.

I had a blueberry bagel and strawberry cream cheese...

A sugar-free caramel latte from Java D's and a hard-boiled egg...

And grapefruit juice, the unsweetened kind, which is my FAVORITE!

The entire tray almost tipped over when Abby tried to sit on the edge of the bed, but Steve saved it. It was quite a spread. The giant sea salt grinder and tub of cream cheese gave my breakfast its hearty man-style look.

About five minutes into my first ever breakfast-in-bed, I found myself eating alone in my messy bedroom, awkwardly trying to set up, while my family was in the kitchen eating their own breakfast. In the movies, breakfast-in-bed seems so decadent and romantic, but I found it kind of lonely. Maybe I just need to have more practice??

Thank you, Honey! You are the best!!