Sometimes it’s forever. Waiting in traffic for 10 minutes, listening to a baby cry for 10 minutes (this FEELS more like 20 minutes, I’m certain), standing at the grocery store checkout for 10 minutes. 10 minutes at the DMV is a minimum. In fact, you need snacks for that trip because we all know it will be more like 60 minutes.
I’m not the kind of person who hosts brunch. Do real people actually host brunch? I’m almost convinced hosting brunch is an invention of social media to make us all feel bad that we’re not having an intimate group of friends over for bloody marys (which I don’t drink) and fancy bagels with lox and capers (which I don’t like). Even if I didn’t have the cutest 8 month old nugget hindering my brunch dreams with his 6 am wake-up call, I need food way before the brunch hour finally moseys in. Hosting breakfast… now that I could get behind!