Beatrice was hungry.

The baby was crying, the microwave was beeping, her phone was ringing and Beatrice was hungry. The dog was whining, the cats were meowing, the coffee grinder was whirring and Beatrice was hungry.

She fed the baby with one hand, stirred coffee with the other and held a phone between her cheek and shoulder. Her breakfast would have to wait for a diaper change, and then another one. The breakfast waited for bags to be packed teeth to be brushed. The breakfast waited for cars to be started and children to be buckled and was forgotten.