Brittany Fells

A Day in the Life of an Octopus

The smell of semi burnt waffles fills my nostrils. I can hear my mother loudly whisper to the girls to open a window. Just 5 more minutes is all I need as I pull the blanket over my head. Too late. The smoke detector is blaring. I rush to open the door to find Cadence frantically waving a magazine towards the ceiling to clear the air. "Hey, Mommy! We're almost done with breakfast!" she excitedly squeals as she hops down from a stool. I look over at the DIY breakfast creations and crafts that cover the kitchen counter and give the nod of approval while displaying my best-tired smile. "Let me know when you're ready and I'll freshen up while I wait," I replied. I figured why not slip back into the bed for 10 more minutes.