To hate breakfast in bed

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Inspired by MD of course but this applies 365 days a year for me. AIBU to find the whole idea of crumbs, jam, greasy butter stains - let alone a fry-up - in bed repulsive? I never ever have breakfast in bed, even on holiday. Now Prosecco in bed, that's a different matter entirely..

Oh same!! I'm not fully awake if i'm still in bed, definitely not awake if ive been woken to eat toast! DCs did it once year and i just couldnt eat it. It would have been like force feeding a sleeping baby

YADNBU.

I hate soggy cereal, cold toast and hate eating in my bed.

My dds have been well trained over the years. They bring me a lovely cuppa and leave it at that.

PS In case anyone is wondering, this is not a PA dig at my DC - my DsC are now grown up so I'm safe from laboriously manhandled croissants on a grimy tray

YANBU at all. Thanks for the Prosecco tip, Iigjt give. That a try

I love eating in bed.
Im a messy eater though so i eat on dp's side so my bit of bed stays pristine.

Iigjt give. That a try

Are you sure you haven't been trying it already?

majestic!

Snap! I can't bear any food or drink in bed as it's for relaxing and sleeping in. It's just not comfortable to eat thw minute I wake up, propped up with pillows like an old-fashioned invalid.
Good job no-one bothered attempting to feed me in bed this moening, then.

I love breakfast in bed!
However i's kind of being enforced on me at present, as is lunch and dinner as I'm in bed recovering from pneumonia.
DH on the other hand, hates breakfast in bed - I have told him if he complains once more about the crumbs I'll clean my plate on his side of the sheet...

I love it, it's so relaxing and comfortable. And I manage to keep crumbs out of the bed perfectly easily.

I hate it too. It reminds me of being ill and I can't bear the mess.

Oh I agree! I have a 'no eating bedroom' but this morning DD brought me some cold toast with a tiny scrape if butter in the middle and I had to eat it like it was the best breakfast I ever had.
Then I got up, changed the sheets and got the hoover out.
It's the thought that counts though.

I enjoy it. I had roast sausages in bed.. But I had it on a tray still didn't stop me dripping gravy down my top though

YANBU. We don't have food upstairs, and I loathe eating in bed. I would if the DC came up with a tray of offerings, but otherwise no. Cup of tea, glass of Prosecco, absolutely fine.

I never even want a cup of tea or coffee in bed, let alone food.
DH, on the other hand loves a cup of tea in bed if I am going to work on a weekend.

I get coffee at 6 am every weekday. Saturdays, 7 am and toast at 8ish. Sundays is scrambled egg on toast with bacon.

It is a routine we have had for years, DSis was a bit surprised on her first visit to the new house, when DH strolled into her room and delivered her Sunday breakfast too

I don't like it because DP can't cook to save his life so I get a plate of brown things. Burnt (or when he's trying really hard, not as burnt) sausage, rock hard bacon, something that could be white pudding or maybe a rissole. Cold toast. No egg, no beans. Tea without the sugar.

I just say mmmm and force it down though because I don't want to be a cunt.