In my working life, this longing for the weekend feels brand new. I now ache for the Sunday morning coffee and mimosa, tomatoes and eggs, or as we've just discovered the WAFFLE. Now, for the longest (and I mean years) time, the boy ate nothing but eggs for breakfast. Naaanaaa or Moooom, "Can I get two eggs scrambled with cheddar cheese melted over the top with a piece of toast?" Yesterday morning that all changed, especially in light of the soccer team's big win.