As we arrive at the mall I wonder, “What the hell are we doing here?” I take notice of the hustle and bustle of an early Sunday morning. The elderly ladies, coupled or single, busily walking around the mall to get their exercise for the day. The older gentlemen nestled at their favorite tables with a hot cup of coffee, chatting with their buddies or even reading the morning news. Other families were starting arriving arm and arm, squealing about getting today’s sale. Quickly he grabs me back to reality by saying, “What do you want?” “Really, of all the places to eat you choose where you work?” I replied. “It’s free,” he said all proudly. “I’m sure it is,” I said sarcastically.
Meanwhile I’m sitting at our table watching our kids. Madaline, our 1 year old, playing with her hot cakes and Nicholas, our 4 year old, devouring his plain pancakes. I look to see where my husband is and he’s up at the counter giggling with a female co-worker, completely ignoring his