Some morning

It gets on my nerves when I've slaved over the stove early morning to pack lunch and it stays forgotten on the table because oops!
Here I am stifling yawns, listening to food preferences and what manner of foods would taste good or what certain people are in the mood for and taking requests like some sort of stovetop DJ and my only mistake being not reminding people to not forget their lunchbox and the one time I don't it stays forgotten like an abandoned child and that too when I'd made my famous bread salad on demand that needed making certain sauces from scratch!! I mean fuck!
My mornings are more hectic than the prime ministers office doing damage control over his faux pas and I've not the time to remind people to not forget their lunchbox that sits staring at the sky on the dining table because I'm busy okay!
Busy with life, with cleaning kitty litter, with sweeping and dusting, with organising my kitchen, with shoving clothes in the machine and taking out the dried ones from the dryer, with feeding the senior cat, with making bed.
I have a list of tasks that need be done before 7 in the am and I can't keep a track of lunchboxes.

This morning began miserably!!