This morning I was out of bed early to make the Toddler breakfast before I went back to bed, and got all shocky while standing at the counter. I had to go sit down several times, cold sweats, you name it... Scary. But I was so proud of myself for sitting down before I fell down, and that I had finished making breakfast. How's that for a twisted sense of priorities? Most women would have just stayed in bed and trusted their husbands to provide the child with breakfast.