Sorry, baby, our breakfast is on the floor.

I don’t know what was first – my foot slipping on the carpet, or the window opening suddenly with a gust of fresh spring wind, knocking over the plant and scaring the cat. Who knows? But suddenly all just went flying. “Honey, are you okay?” – “Sorry, baby, our breakfast is on the floor.”
Semi autobiographical illustration, to which, I believe, we all can relate – we’ve all had that morning when the things went flying and the breakfast was a flop in one way or another. Some mornings are just like this yet it’s important to keep perspective and not let it spoil the entire day.